13th Street (Poly)

ENZO y' 9th ; How Does Angels Fall

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White

It was all white...

...?!

All I can remember is the nauseating smell of antiseptic and burning flesh in a white room.

What time is it? How long has I been here?

"It looks like the effects takes more that a minute on No. 2034. Should I increase the dose?"

"It'll kill him."

"No one cares."

"But this one shows the most improvement as of the moment. We can't lose such valuable specimen."

Step.

Steps.

All I heard are footsteps all around me. I don't know who I am, where I came from, How long has it been, how long have I been here...

when will it all end.

My memories are gone. I don't remember anything after a day or two. Sometimes I can't see nor hear, my senses dulled to the point of breaking down. I was always at the heavens gate but every time I remembered that white room or how my screams echoed like a panacea, I was denied of my only salvation...

death.

The excruciating pain remains like a deadly nightmare that never stops to hunt me down. Step. Steps. The steps finally ended.

Where am I again?

"Enzo?"

Who am I again?

"ENZO!!"

I woke up from the chair inside the classroom at the third floor. Oh! it was the last class of the day. I can't wait to go home!! Ashy said he'll have my favorites up my room after school.

Can't wait.

"Why the fuck do I have to take all the notes for you?"

Canary complained after we entered Linx car. I leaned close to Lantice as I sat at the back and gave him a kiss, It was rare to see him driving instead of Linx as he was always on his laptop or tablet or reading his annual report. Maybe something good happened.

"It was necessary, Canary. You know I can't remember quite well, and every time we sat at the back I always wanted to sleep instead."

Canary didn't reply. I didn't mean to but every time I brought up something like this he ended up having a sour mood. I smiled knowing what he was thinking.

In truth, if it's too far, I can't hear. If it's too small, I can't see. If it's not salty or too sweet, I can't taste. If it's not rough, I can't feel. At some point I was fed up because if it's not too much, I can't live normally. That's why we always avoided being at the back.

Though it's not Canary's fault, he took it upon himself to make sure we always have a good enough distance from the podium in class, it's just not our lucky day and he's always stressing out in times like this. I felt so loved every time he goes silent like this after realizing what he said.

"Why? did Enzo slept the whole time? haha that's so like you!"

Linx then handed me and Canary boba tea as he ruffled my hair and kissed me. Linx somehow saw that as something to compliment, I just liked how he saw things differently. I laugh and blow at my drink making Canary grimace so cutely that I can't resist but to kiss him. He kissed me back though, that makes me laugh hard because of how stubborn he can be. But little Canary seemed so pissed that he bit my lower lip and harshly suck my tongue, I moan. It's turning me on, that's why it ended up as another rough round, making the whole ride in Vaughn's part-time a make-out session.