𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂. | Firstkhao

08

Each boy had an assigned space in the dorm, where he ate, slept, and passed whatever leisure time the no-sponsors had. These rooms were actually sections of the building however, providing privacy that the same time. The pipes were suspended from a network of wires almost fifty feet off the ground. Once the pipes were occupied by orphans on the other side of town, the entire contraption swayed like an underground operation. Suppalo Institute is place nearby the dormitory buildings and other buildings such as smaller grocery shops, food places and even a small cinema and club on the side.

Inside the dorm when you would enter, you could only be seen with neat and tidy spacious room. An en suite with a private small-bathroom. Double bed. Study section with a decently average size desk, laptop laying on it and sticky post notes stuck on the wall with subject informations. Calandra flipped over to the correct month with written words on possibly about future exams.

This room seemed so overwhelming to Akk despite it being so spacious and nearly empty. The study books and shelves with bunch of other books remind him only of how much of a failure he is to the teacher, the Suppalo itself. Perhaps he even failed his two friends, Kan and Wat.

When others see gloom, they see the world in silver-blues. When others see freezing rain, they'd tell you they saw coldness that brings them to a higher feeling of life, more aware of my internal flame. But Ayan saw gloom on Akk's face written all over it.
Depressing frown unable to turn upside down, a draining body lounging about, before Akk took a seat on the edge of his bed, clearly, he was stuck in his head all along.

Ayan only observed for a little while, the boy wasn't who he was last week at his parent's house. This boy wasn't who he was when they met at the cinema with Wat. Akk looks and feels like a complete different person, someone who you can't compare to because they feel so coldly distant.

He comes forward, sitting on the bed as a hand crawls on top of the other. He held his hands together bringing the depressive boy to look at him.
"Akk do you know i am here for you?" Ayan looks at Akk as he gently sways his voice for a sign of comfort. They look at each others eyes, unable to look away, they found a newly form of stability gazing in each other's eyes; it felt like a safe place. A safe home to look at another pupils seeing them go wide, sparkle and shine.

Ayan's voice was enough for Akk to hang on the thin rope threatening to snap.
"Aye i am okay." He replies back lowly.
"You're not just telling me that because it is what I want to hear. Are you?" Ayan quickly cuts off Akk, somehow, he nails the words right on the boy because it is what he has said. Akk gave the answer the other wanted to hear badly, in reality he wasn't okay. It were only a façade.

What Akk could only do to respond back was a small head shake in denial. He wants to be in denial a little longer— where he wasn't so burden at the responsibility for everyone. It's not like he hates having everyone rely on him, though it would be nice if he could rely on them too. It wasn't possible. If he knew this was going to be this hard in the past, Akk asks himself, ' Would I do it again? '
Ayan dislikes the strong and tough persona the boy has put up to slowly hide the trampling wall barely to withstand its own weight. He can't pity Akk. It reminds him so much of his uncle before he had passed.

"I failed everyone." Akk said in a hoarse voice. He looks at Ayan teary eyed. "I couldn't protect them."

"Akk. You haven't failed anyone." Ayan reaches over holding the boy's face, cupping his palms on the pale skin as he watches with seriousness. "No one is your priority but yourself. Whatever that damn school made you believe, it was wrong. You're not their slave."

"Do you hear me Akk?" Ayan pauses as Akk was shutting his eyes, streaming with hot tears as he nods meekly. The warmth of the waterfall wipes by the inner thumb, Ayan were quick enough to embrace the taller quick, on the side of his shoulder Akk buried himself six feet deep in the black hoodie and a soft fabric shirt; sweet floral and citrus aromatic scent influences the flaring nostrils. Akk fell deep into the longing pretty smell, as his hands wrap round Ayan for the first time.