Winterbloom [BL]

Chapter 11: Truth Unravels

Huey went back to the dorm that evening, still confused.

This intense and unexplained nostalgia, odd coincidences such like him living here, liking botany, being a photographer, having a gardener grandma, looking oddly similar to my... type...

Am I forgetting something? Why do I have a strange sensation that I've always been missing a point here?

Uhhhh I've been intentionally putting off that possibility... haven't I?

As usual, Huey immediately pushed away the thought as soon as it arrived. To think that a dream could come true would mean to rethink the entire way he views reality.

Or worse, to think that the dream never even existed...? Huey didn't even want to go there because it meant he'd need to rethink everything he knew about his childhood, his plans of singlehood for the future, etc. He always told himself that he doesn't want a relationship and would rather stay single because the guy from his dreams doesn't exist. Now, if this dream dude ends up having never been a dream in the first place and suddenly rocks up in his life, what should he do? Ditch his ideal, solitary future? Pursue a relationship and deal with all the emotions that come with it?

Thinking all this only made Huey realised one thing: he was one big coward.

The default ringtone on his IPhone was the thing to snap him out of his deep trance.

"Hello, dad."

"Huey, how've you been? Settled in alright? Mum and I've been missing you and your little shrubs."

"I... I'm fine, dad. Lily, Blu and Echo are doing great too, they're right here on my window sill, getting a good amount of sunlight everyday."

His dad laughed, "Haha, good for them. I always forget their names!"

Huey sighed jokingly, "Dad their names are all four letters or less, how do you manage to forget them?"

"Hey I'm usually pretty good with names, just as long as there's a face to put them with. Your plants don't have faces so too bad."

"Hm..."

"Son?"

"Yeah, dad?"

"You seem off. Tired?"

"I... uh..." Huey finally decided to cut the chase, "Dad, did I have a friend while we lived here in the town?"

"Well well what's this all of a sudden? Why? Did you happen to run into him?"

"Him?!"

"C'mon Huey, you can't forget him. You really don't remember how much time you spent sulking and looking at you guys' favourite botany textbook after we moved?"

"... I mean... I was five..."

"Yeah, well your mum and I remember it vividly because we had to keep entertaining you that week so you'd at least stop crying every now and then. And to think you got so attached after just a few days, I mean he was your first and probably only close friend so we understand."

"Dad. Who is... he?" Anticipation laced his voice.

"Hehe, now listen to your dad show his real name-memorising talent! His name was... Luan!"

"Luan?!"

"Yup! Luan!"

"Aaaaa, okay bye dad, I need to do something. Talk to you later!"

"Oh? Okay, see you." Cutting the phone, his dad chuckled thinking about his son's reaction. I wonder how they'll be this time?

Huey right now was at a standstill in a deep, deep mind-blank. He did have to do something, and that something was to deeply process what he had just learnt.