BL ONESHOTS No.5

¹⁰¹⁰Prapai x Sky

Sky was a man of few words, his eyes often lost in distant memories that nobody could quite understand. His skin, weathered by the sun and time, was a canvas of untold tales that stretched across his tall, lanky frame. His name was as vast and open as the horizon he often stared at, searching for answers in the ever-changing colors of the sky. But the truth was, Sky was trapped in a storm that never ceased, his heart a tempest of regret and pain.

One quiet afternoon, as the shadows grew longer and the air grew cooler, Prapai stumbled upon Sky sitting on the edge of the village square, a solitary figure amidst the bustling crowd. Prapai was the village tailor, known for his gentle touch and his ability to listen without judgment. He noticed the heavy silence that surrounded Sky, a stark contrast to the laughter and chatter that filled the air around them. Prapai took a tentative step forward, his curiosity piqued by the enigma that was Sky.

"Seen enough of the world today?" Prapai asked, his voice warm and comforting, like a cup of tea on a cold evening. Sky looked up, his eyes meeting Prapai's with a hint of surprise.

"I see the same thing every day," Sky replied, his voice low and gruff. "The same sky, the same regrets."

Prapai sat down beside him, not bothered by the sadness that clung to Sky like a second skin. He had seen enough pain in his life to recognize it in others. "We all have our skies to contend with," he said, placing a hand on Sky's shoulder. "But sometimes, it's the company that makes the storm a little more bearable."

Sky flinched at the touch, unused to kindness from strangers. His gaze drifted to Prapai's hand, resting there with a gentle firmness that spoke of an understanding he hadn't felt in years. He knew he should push him away, but something about the tailor's presence was like a balm to his soul. He remained still, allowing the warmth to seep in, even if just a little.

"You speak as if you've seen your fair share," Sky murmured, his voice thick with unshed tears.

Prapai nodded solemnly. "I have," he said, his eyes darkening for a brief moment. "But that's a story for another time." He offered a small smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "For now, tell me about your sky, Sky. Maybe together, we can find a way to mend it."

The sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the square as Sky began to speak. His words were halting at first, as if they had been dammed up for too long. He spoke of a love lost, a promise unfulfilled, and a guilt that had grown into a monstrous weight he could never shake off. His eyes searched Prapai's, looking for signs of judgment or pity. But all he found was empathy and a willingness to listen.

As the shadows grew longer, Prapai's hand remained on his shoulder, a silent promise of support. The village noises faded away, and all that was left was the sound of Sky's heartache spilling into the evening air. And as the stars began to appear, one by one, Sky felt a little less alone. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he had found someone who saw the storm inside him and didn't run away.

"It's been five years," Sky finally said, his voice cracking with emotion. "Five years since I lost her, and not a day goes by without me thinking about how it was all my fault."

Prapai's grip tightened slightly. "We all have our crosses to bear, Sky," he said, his voice filled with a quiet strength. "But you don't have to carry yours alone."

Sky looked up at Prapai, the first genuine smile gracing his face in a long time. "How can you be so kind?" he wondered aloud.

The tailor's eyes crinkled at the corners. "Because I know what it's like to be lost," he replied. "And I've found that sometimes, the best way to find yourself is by helping someone else find their way."