When can I truly see him up close? Argos thought.
The trees outside of Argos' windows beneath the parameters of his void danced within the wind's harsh grasp, a blur of dark green foliage sweeping past Argos' vision like a flash. The rain fell like heavy diamonds from the shadowed sky, and the clouds screamed in anger as the drops of murky, grayed water left their hold.
Argos' soft, gentle hands held tightly onto his warm cup of sweet, rich coffee, the two objects sewn together like the fabric of a child's comforting crochet toy. A sigh left his hungry mouth, and his several eyes glistened from the rain. The rain solemnly spoke a deep conversation with the crystal clear tears in his eyes and created a melancholy melody in Argos' complex mind as his eyes looked up.
It was a short, profound time before Argos would finally tell Mr. Plant how he felt. He set a deadline for himself -- A hazard in his smoothly ridden road, a peril that could crash one to oblivion if not paved over properly through the rubber tires of a car, leaving whomever crossed its path in jeopardy for a lifetime -- for the span of a day; Tomorrow.
Different ways in which the endangerment could go wrong buzzed through Argos' mind like the prickly ends of a damp, colorful paint brush poking against his fleshy interior. Mr. Plant could tell him that his sexuality was opposed to Argos', Mr. Plant could tell Argos he was a strange guy, or even just simply tell him he didn't feel the same affectionate, relish emotions as Argos indulged in.
"..Ugh," Argos mumbled, grabbing the side of his scalp gently in a brutal, peculiar attempt to calm his racing thoughts. "I'm sure it will all be fine. Tomorrow's Valentine's Day-! Everybody loves Valentine's Day!!" He spoke, his apprehensive words tickling the air like the ends of a sparkler as he frantically tried to reassure himself.
Despite his foolish words, Argos hated Valentine's Day when he was younger – He found it rather pointless, amusing – A day that's just as bothersome as the rest, breezing past his lifetime like the vendure of trees ahead of him. From afar, the word 'Valentine's Day' could be spoken by anyone a blur from a distance away and it would only pass their lips like a slurred word.
However, things were much different when Argos was younger. This year, he adored Valentine's Day, because this year – He had a crush. A real adornment and fascination with a man's presentation. A person in which could plant a seed of flowers in Argos' heart, poking and prodding until the lush cherry blossoms bloomed beneath the blurred lines of love and obsession. You could overwater the verdure until it drowned eventually with guilt, but they would still persist – When a flower dies, no matter if it decomposes, rots, or shrivels up into a small, dry crisp – It is always still there, and it's only a matter of time before one can notice it no matter what state the blossom is in.
It was only a glimpse in his eyes, yet it created a fully consuming, obsessive moment in his head when he thought of how things might have been if he were straight – Would it be simpler? More difficult? He truly couldn't tell what lied right in front of his nose. His vision was blurred from the tears of discretion, and discreet guilt that turned the lively, growing, blossoming and blooming treasures in his stomach into static. It filled his body with an overwhelming regret, withdrawing him from being sewn tight onto the fabric of reality.
Part of him wished he could just curl up in a corner and rot away at the thought of being straight, the harsh thoughts of how much different it may be to date a woman caressing his mind. The other part wished he could be straight, no longer a stranger amongst everybody else – No longer an elephant in the room.
A loud, bellowing knock on Argos' wooden door broke the silence, and filled his thoughts with an overwhelming sense of joy and adjustment – Mr. Plant. The two of them decided on meeting up for tea at Argos' void earlier in the week – The only issue was that Argos' house wasn't exactly... Clean.
