Thinner

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Moonlight.
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The middle of the night has always been the time when all sorts of thoughts broke loose. It was the hours of the demons that haunted ones peaceful mindset. A place of one's mind is supposed for all imaginations and happy dreaming in one's deep slumber. But at night, where it least expects you. Hell breaks loose from the tight grip of the underworld and swallows one fresh and whole. Like a drop from a citrus, fresh but bitter and sour. The freshness keeps you awake for hours, but the bitterness turns things sad, and the sourness turns things into impossible to stand. Even if you wouldn't recognize the danger from such a sweet looking and desirable fruit. It still haunts you, physically, mentally, and all of the aboves that one could only think of.

That's what night felt like for him.

No, it wasn't him eating lemons on the bed to bury himself into the obnoxious pain. In his case, the lemon was the light of the moon, and his thoughts were the shining stars he couldn't reach and crush with his bare palms.

Night was fresh, bitter, and sour. Never a hint of sweetness lingered to its surroundings. It was dark and murky. Scurrying men beneath the apartments, dealing everything between drugs that drowns one sadness down the drain, to a good time out with their friends for the faints of hearts.

Associating a bright colored fruit with a dark murky night seemed unreasonable. Night wasn't bright. Citrus wasn't particularly dark. But it disguised themselves as the same thing.

Evil, but addicting.

Even with voices in one's head turning the tables around depending on certain situations, nothing could prepare a single soul from the horror of staring into the darkness. Consuming a large portion of the bitterness and sourness.

But this isn't a poem.

This isn't a quote.

This is life.

A span in which you are supposed to witness at least every single hour of the day, only to believe that the good and evil exist.

This differentiated itself from one place to another.

Like one's given home. A house that's built up on bricks and wood, hidden by a thin layer of cast.

But somewhere, there's a home built for you. It doesn't have to be a house containing four walls and a roof. In his case, it was a person, perhaps two.

Indeed, it wasn't possible to hide the tomatoes in front of the gardener. It wasn't in his case either. Other than the fact that he was the tomato and someone else was the gardener.

He didn't see that as a bad thing.

Quite frankly, the opposite.

And what was the opposite?

Warm or cold?

Soft or hard?

Or perhaps..

Gentle or aggressive?

It doesn't have to be any of those things.

It could be a personality that differentiates from yours. Or a heart that longs for something more complicated and difficult. It doesn't necessarily have to be you involved. It could be others. Others who shine differently depending on who they portray themselves to be. But in the long end..we are all similar. We all have a body. A mindset. Maturity or immaturity.

It purely depends on the person.

Being surrounded by bad people all his life. He surely never caught the chance to trust one enough to be close to them. But it all changed in that hospital.

And even if he was grateful for that.

He wished it hadn't happened.

For a reason.

But what the reason was. It still hasn't been picked up yet.

"I'm assuming you can't fall asleep either?" The raspy and tired voice from beside him almost whispered into his ear. And he swore his heart skipped a beat when such a sweet and delicate deep voice could fill up so much of the void within his empty body.

"And if I'm not capable of sleeping and simply finding it peaceful to stare at a boring white ceiling..would that be an issue?" He asked as he turned his head to try to see the man lying beside him. Eyes squinted to figure out the silhouette, wanting to find the body he yearned warmth from.

"I like that habit of yours..it reminds me of how fucking adorable I find you".

"You ignored my question" he mumbled bitterly, rolling his eyes at the sudden flirty remark.

Chan had everything within him. The confidence to word out whatever stuck on his mind. But seemed to keep that unusual talent hidden beneath the surface. To him, Chan was a sculpture to worship and pray for. He was the man that one could only dream of having. A man speaking so freely that you could fall in love at first sight.

Which was quite remarkable on its own. But carrying that made it so much more unique and astonishing.

Even if most people wouldn't notice..he always did.

"It's seems to be a bigger issue that I ignored your question" he chuckled as he sat himself upright, leaning against the headboard as he crossed his annoyingly muscular arms over his chest.

"Now you're just avoiding it".

As he said those words, he turned his back towards Chan. He wasn't really upset with him, purely. It was for the fun of it. It's not like it's gonna scar Chan for the rest of his life.

"Well, then...yes it's a really big issue. And I might just cage you up in my arms to make myself feel better" Chan smirked as he simply just yanked the younger towards him. Earning a shocked yelp from the younger who expectedly the least of that to happen.

And as honest as the man of his perfect little dreams could be. He was indeed being caged in his arms. And if he should speak quite frankly for himself, he did nothing to even attempt an escape.

He swore he would show Chan, who the real bitter and sour lemon was, that for sure is going to bite back tonight.