Henry. Just. Henry.

Chapter 35|Connection

T.W (Trigger Warning): Mentions of Suicide.

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24th July, 3000: 11:11am

Ezra had already prepped himself for the day, leaving his official boyfriend to sleep.

He smiled.

It felt so good to finally think that.

He saw an old guitar in the basement two days ago, and since then, Miyu had been helping him practice a song he wanted to serenate to Henry.

He walked up the few steps and knocked on the wooden door, Miyu answering. “Ezra! Come in.”

“Thanks!” He said, swinging the guitar in front his body.

Ezra took off his shoes at the door and placed them on the shoe wrack. He was in Miyu and Fallon’s home for the third time, but every time he came, a different emotion rocked his core.

Unlike Henry’s home, Ezra relished the sensation of its homey field. He got so aquatinted with Henry’s parents in such a short time, they permitted him to live with them.

As much as he would dive headfirst into the ocean of that idea, a prince had duties so frustratingly tedious, watching grass grow seemed more intriguing.

Only one minute in the house and Ezra felt a chill on the back of his neck, giving him goosebumps so defined his skin looked warty.

The first time he came here, impatience entwined with giddy energy saturated the already humid atmosphere. Miyu was so happy to invite him in, no doubt cleaning the place from ceiling to floor. 

His second visit opposed the first. The atmosphere was tinged with gloom, as if he stumbled into the dark forest teaming with vicious wolves and starving beasts.

Miyu was feeling sick. That’s what she said, but it was actually that time of the month. From that experience, Ezra had learned how a bubbly, enthusiastic woman could change to a fire-breathing, heart eating dragon. He took care of her in the two hours he visited.

His third time being here stirred the uncomfortable, antsy teenager brimming with social anxiety inside him.

The aroma of fresh lavenders mixed with tulips wafted the air like baked goods popping out the oven.

That calmed him to bring forth whatever Budda energy he could muster. He needed it, for as he looked in the living room, there he was.

Fallon.

Eating Breakfast.

Ezra checked the time on the walled clock above the T.V.

11:30

Why eat breakfast now? Then he remembered; they all went to bed at one, maybe two in the morning.

Ezra walked to the couch, clearing his throat and sitting so lightly he didn’t want Fallon to feel the depression of the couch.