When You Find It (Yaoi,LGBT,BL+18) ©

Chapter 2- Meeting

Despite the disappointment that such madness was a dream, it was not a new one. He remembered it, he remembered having seen those same walls covered in diamonds and that kind of display case with exactly the same contents; a beautiful boy immersed in a deep and peaceful sleep. It was the second time he had done it, but with the difference that this time, he still remembered everything clearly, he could relive it in his head, over and over again. When he was a child, the moment he woke up he had forgotten all that and had buried it in some part of his mind that he, like with the boy, couldn't reach.

Processing each image again took him a few minutes and determined, he quickly got up from the bed straight to his desk. There, behind the worn-out piece of furniture where he had necessarily spent hours finishing his homework and studies so he could go out as soon as possible with his friends, he had hidden drawing materials behind it. Using several colored pencils, he recreated every line, every texture, every detail that his mind allowed him to retain of the room where the mysterious boy was.

Drawing his face produced an indescribable sensation that ran through his entire body and it frustrated him enormously that he could not, at times, do it with the same accuracy with which he remembered it. He felt the incomprehensible need to create a memory captured on paper that would not allow him to forget anything over time as his past self had done. However, with the final touches on the background and after hours of work, he was surprised by his mother by throwing open the door, a habit that he had maintained even after leaving.

In the rush to avoid at all costs his own mother, who had strictly forbidden him to even think about wasting time with his drawings, he crumpled up the precious memory of him and threw it in the trash.

"Honey," she called softly, "are you awake?"

Him introspection and visual speed had allowed him to see how the piece of paper went cleanly into the trash can. Her gaze changed from soft and loving, afraid of waking her son with sudden loud noises, to narrowed eyes filled with suspicion.

"What are you doing? " She demanded to know.

"Review."

It was the first thing that occurred to him, getting up from the chair.

"You already know that the exams will start soon and I shouldn't waste time, even if I'm on vacation and going out with my friends. "But I couldn't remember something and I got a little frustrated," he explained, looking for some way to cover his secret, because if he discovered the drawing material that he had hidden from their noses, he didn't want to know what he would have to deal with. face.

His parents, two extremely strict people with the sole and firm conviction that their son would be, in the near future, a salaried and successful businessman, had molded him his entire life according to that end, having to take on a role that It didn't fit him. However, the freedom he tasted outside that house of crazy controllers gave him wings to fly that he never thought he could have, making a decision that, if his parents knew, they would kill him at that very moment. He feared that day would come, that fateful day when his parents, in an unexpected visit, a gossip from someone they knew, or even a mistake of their own, would discover that their proud and promising son had dropped out of college the first year he entered, so just a few months before finishing it and that, far from becoming that businessman they had in mind, he had changed the following year to Fine Arts to be an artist; what he had always wanted to be.

With a satisfied smile, him mother raised her hand to her chest full of pride.

"Without a doubt, you are the best thing that your father and I could bring into the world..." she snapped excitedly, "but I would like you to come down and have breakfast with your parents before we go to work, it has been two years without seeing you because you hardly can to come while so focused on your studies— She asked, with an understanding tone.