Until We Break

The damned souls of hell - Chapter 7

Hiro POV

I sighed as the teacher kept writing on the blackboard in pink coloured chalk. I looked over to the desk beside me to see Akira writing down things in his notebook. He had the majority of his hair tied back with a black hair elastic. The parts of his hair that were too short or butchered were pinned back with leopard print clips he probably borrowed from Aira. I noticed something I hadn't noticed before. A distinct scar covering some of his left eye. How could I not have noticed it. Maybe because his hair was always down.

Akira wore a blue hoodie that morning, paired with a pair of black jeans. His hand was covered in graphite as he turned angry at the page. The only reason I could think of that actually happening was that he was talking to Itona. He flipped over the page as I looked back at my desk to my empty note book. That whole year I had not taken a single note. I sighed and picked up my pencil and started writing. 'You okay?' I wrote, tearing the page off the notebook and folding it before handing it to Akira. He looked at it for a moment before opening it. He smiled softly before nodding and giving me a thumbs up.

The class was going slow as people attempted to answer the complicated Math equations. I took another page off my notebook before writing 'can we go to the mall together after school, no strings attached, just us?' And passing it over to Akira. He took the note from my hand. I took a slight moment to think about them. His pale hands had many barely visible scars. Had things gotten worse with his dad?

He took a moment before nodding and writing something on the back of the paper and handing it back.

'Are you asking me out, weather boy? Meet me at the front exit when the last bell rings.'

I chuckled slightly as I read that. I knew he was joking but for some reason, I wanted that to be a genuine question. I closed the note and started paying attention to the class.

That afternoon

3:20

I rushed out of my classroom as soon as the bell rang, rushing to my locker and putting the combo into the combination lock. I twisted it to the left, then to the right, then back to the left and pulled, opening the lock and taking it off. I pulled open the locker to see an envelope on top of my black backpack. I picked it up and examined it. It was closed with a red heart shaped sticker. On the back in cursive was my name, written so I could see it with my slightly bad eyesight. Out of curiosity I opened it. I pulled out a white piece of lined paper, and unfolding it.

Dear, Hiro Torie

Notes and love letters are no way to express my feelings of you.

I fear you'll never know how I feel.

Akira advised me to write this down and give it to you, but I could never be able to do it in person, so excuse the fact that this was in your locker.

When I'm around you, I feel like I can fly

Like a thousand little butterflies came and lifted me off the ground

Like if you were to express about your favourite video game.

Like Akira's relationship to cinnamon buns.

I think what I'm trying to tell you is that

I think I'm in love with you

And I know that's a lot to take in, but please try to understand

Come meet me at 3:45 in the locker room?

Darwin Harold

It took me a slight moment to process what I had read. Darwin, loved me? That seemed like a joke to me. He was low enough to do this to me. I decided that Akira could wait. I wanted to know if he was lying or not.