𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. - 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 {✓}

𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲

love.

what a beautiful thing it is, no?

the feeling of your heart beating a little too quick for your liking. the feeling of your blood running cold at every lingering touches or glances that shouldn't have happened— did i say that out loud?

ah yes.

it wasn't meant to happen, it shouldn't have happened in the first place. the touches, the soft-spoken words only being said to you and you alone, the fleeting glances— the cherished memories.

if you asked the man himself about his first love, he'd only respond with a short sentence. a heart-shattering sentence that one would think is a bit too harsh for the human heart to handle.

'a mistake', is what he would tell anyone who dared try and ask him why he was over love itself.

a phrase that he too would tell himself in front of the mirror as the seasons change.

from winter, to spring, to summer, to winter all over again.

boothill has lost track of how many summers he had spent waiting under the worn-down waiting shed next to the bus stop, ignoring how his sweat drenched his shirt from the blistering heat as he patiently waited for someone to come back.

if he had the option to, he wouldn't dare move out of his spot no matter the season. the man wanted to be the first one to greet her when she arrives, to wrap her in his arms and relish in her warmth that he had long forgotten.

but no matter how cold or warm it got, if the leaves were green or brown, if the children had grown older and were now learning how to become the next sheriff in town— she never showed up.

it felt like he was brought back to his youth.

being all clueless and stupidly clinging onto the hope that his mother would return and bring him with her to wherever she was. that when a person leaves, it'll only be temporary— because who would dare leave someone they promised to come back to?

penaconians, apparently.

the familiar feeling of abandonment seemed to creep up on him every summer time, being the stark reminder that he wasn't worth it— he wasn't worth going back to, he wasn't worth the journey for.

that he wasn't meant to be loved in any other way.

but that didn't mean that he wasn't allowed to love anymore, no.

for some stupid reason, no matter how much he had lied to everyone in town that he had moved on and stopped hoping for a certain (h/c) haired girl to show up— his heart is inevitably still beating for her.

after all, he was starved of affection from a very young age, he didn't know the limitations of his own feelings— never knowing just how stubborn the human heart is when it comes to things such as romance.

it didn't matter if it was summer or not, because he still loves her no matter the season. no matter how shattered and torn he is, just like how his father feels for his mother, he is in excruciating pain— the price he had to pay to keep loving the girl who brought him warmth that the sun is unable to give him.

love truly does make the sanest of man go insane.

as does how the heart keeps on beating no matter how many pieces it got shattered to.