When Two People See Each Other

Chapter 7

The first time Robert didn't come without texting that he can't threw Florian in a huge sea of doubt.

Did he not want to come and was too shy to text about it? That sounded ridicous! Did something really bad happen?

Florian waited for about half an hour, until they gave up the hope, texting Robert, asking what happened. He didn't reply for some time. Florian then just went outside, into a rather sunny afternoon, sat on the grass and thought for a while.

They really thought something bad might have happened to Robert, before remembering two things that might have made Robert break the friendship.

First of all, they kissed him without asking. Second of all, just before doing that they basically revealed their fairly ridiculous childhood trauma and Robert might have been taken aback by this all. After all, taking a sick child into your care is a very bold decision. Too bold to some people, even.

"Oh, Robert, how I wish you were here." Florian whispered, laying down into the grass.

"But well, let's be fair. I shouldn't have done all that. Maybe it would be better if we never met." they turned their head to look at their pale, shaking hand.

"I'm sorry, Planty, I'm so sorry for ever thinking that, I'm sorry for kissing you, please, come back!" they were shaking their head and their heart was mashed into a tiny puddle of saddness.

"Does he not love me anymore? Was I a dick to him? What did I do, oh, what did I do!?" they were almost yelling at this point, but didn't let themselves go louder than that.

"I know it can't be like it is in books, but..." they didn't know what to do, what to feel, no one told them what to do in these situations.

This happened for the first time, and hopefully, for the last.

This isn't what usually happened in books. This isn't a romance novel, Florian thought. Most of the time, people come and people go. And most of the time, people don't love you as much as you love them.

Florian was sorry for even thinking someone could really love them despite the bugs in their head. It's just too much.

They could feel the sun drifting into its cloud bed. They could feel the raindrops slowly falling onto their hair and face and hands, but they couldn't feel any sparks, any connection.

They drifted off into their own darkness just like the sun did a few moments ago.

But it was not entirely dark for some reason.

For some reason, golden colour about two meters behind Florian was mixing into the black liquid, just like coffee. And they didn't feel the rain anymore. They just felt the golden and black liquid swallowing them entirely, carressing their cheeks and gently soaking into their clothing.

It was quiet, but not really quiet. Uneven sounds of guitar, strange chords could be heard far away, somewhere, where the golden liquid came from.

The chords became minor, they sounded a bit like the A day in the life crescendo part, but it was not just it. It was more artistic, bluer, lighter, not as scary and loud.

It all turned red in just a moment, the guitar stopped after hitting A major really loudly.

The comforting black, the soft gold flew away, it was all red now. Florian had to wake up from their dream, that gave them unexisting emotions.

Their eyes flew open and they gasped with shock, didn't move for a second. It's like they melted into the grass thanks to the rain.

Big raindrops fell into their face, and into their wide open eyes.