Beloved Dear, Look At Me For Once | ✔

Chapter Two

The clouds thundered as lightening illuminated New's features, his shining sorrow and escaping tears,

He was following behind the burning sun, he wished so bad he could call his, in his footsteps,

Not too close and not too far.

Just at the right distance, where he could be able to be near him without making his presence known.

His heart soared in pain once again when he saw him pull out a glass flask as the clouds thundered again with lightening,

Dark liquid shaking in the flask came into his vision as the stumbling man uncapped the bottle and downed it in one go.

The sound of glass shattering against the stone walls resonated oddly louder in the deafening sound of the heavy downpour,

Clouds grumbled once again, this time scarier as New saw the man, now half drunk, trip over his own foot,

And it was spontaneous, how his body responded to the other's unasked for aid as he thankfully grabbed him from his forearm, strong but gentle,

Once again sheltering him from the hard hitting rain as he caught him turning his face at him in the darkness before lightening flashed,

Striking New in his weak heart painfully again when he saw the outraged and bitter glare glistening bright in his dark eyes for him in that one fleeting second.

He felt the rage of the sun scorch him from the tips of his fingers through his body, the man then yanking his arm away,

Feeling his death stare stab him in the heart again and again, even in the dead darkness, he watched as the man stumbled away, preferring to take the support of the stone walls instead of letting himself lean onto him,

His heart ached heavily yet again as he walked in his steps, watching him somehow make it back to the house he and him happened to share through stinging tears.

Oh God, please help me take his pain away...

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"Why do you keep doing this to yourself, P'Tay?"

New didn't realize himself what was coming out of his mouth until his cracking voice half echoed in the house, despite the furniture and the muffled sound of the heavy downpour filling the silence of the house, ringing in his own ears.

"Don't you dare say my name..."

The sun that blazed in rage, named Tay, whipped around, clothes still dripping with rain water as he wetted the house floors, without giving one damn in the world, and once again glared piercing sharp daggers at New, who despite the ever plunging pain in his chest, went on,

"Why do you keep hurting yourself over and over and over again?"

The umbrella dropped from his hand as he stepped inside the house, not caring about the wet and almost mudded soles of his shoes or the fact that at the end it would be him who would have to clean it all up,

"Physically, mentally, emotionally?"

"Who are you to question me these things? By what right do you ask me these questions?"

New's chin trembled as tears again filled his eyes, for some reason he knew where this was heading to—

"Answer me!"

New flinched, hard, when Tay shouted that,

"I'm your husband—"

Scoff, "Husband?"