Call Me Yours

[000] And all of the sudden

There was a loud silence, or that is only what he could hear at least. He was able to see people running past him, drivers drive like maniacs, children running in and out of stores, cats playing with each other, people laughing while eating their food, but none of these made any sound. It felt like he was watching a movie with the volume off, which was weird because he is not deaf, he just could not bear to hear any more voices. He was fully aware that this was undoubtedly impossible. He lives in a very crowded city and voices is something he cannot escape, but it is something he can ignore.

He managed to block every noise that was in his way. Every time he was walking, one hand on his pocket, holding a book in the other, the noises would disappear, opening a path for him to walk to and peacefully relax in this silence. It was like noises were scared of him. They were scared to come close to his ear, and even if they did, the will for calm immediately fought the noises and always won—but occasionally this would change.

The will for peaceful had power, power that could win against almost every voice, except one. His step-father's. Mother is dead. Father is dead. Why is his stepdad still in his life? He has no incomes. That's the only reason he would call him. The boy would always hope that maybe, just maybe, one day he will call him just to see if he is okay, but that day will never come, and he knows it. He has taken advantage of the boy's weakness. He's got a lot of empathy and understanding. Why? Because no one was actually there when his parents died. No one was actually caring about how he was feeling or was feeling actually sorry for him. They just didn't care, so he decided to care.

Many people argue that having these two is a benefit, while others champion that it is not always good to show empathy or understanding in people who do not deserve it. Well, he, believes is a tool for manipulative people, and a weakness for vulnerable people. Once you have shown your most empathetic side to a manipulative person, they will never let you live in peace again, until you become like them—or even worse. Sensitive people cannot escape easily, even when they know that they are being manipulated. As a result, as the time passes, they end up becoming more distant, more emotionless. And if they don not, it just haunts them. It haunts them forever, and a fear of being manipulated again just relaxes in back of their heads and that thought never leaves. It slowly tears them apart, until they are completely destroyed. However, this is not their original purpose, on the contrary, they do not want this. They want to make them their slaves and at the right time throw them away like stained piece of paper, which has no use now, but once had.

His journey to his home continued, lost in thoughts. The only thing he could think of is his books. His first book will be published in 1 week and he is quiet nervous. He wants to become popular, it has too. He wants to quit from his part time job and just sit all day writing. That's his desire. Writing is the only thing that makes him feel alive, helps him escape from reality, and the only way to explain his feelings.

Suddenly a drop of water touched his forehead interrupted him, causing the shield he had created to break. He sighed and a quickly the forefinger of his right hand wiped away the drop. His eyes wandered around for some seconds, trying to find some shed to keep him from getting wet. As he found one the rain began to intensify. He started walking slowly towards it, looking down, getting wet in the rain, but all of the sudden the rain stopped drenching his beautiful blonde hair. He thought the rain stopped but as he titled his head up, he noticed a black umbrella over his head and a hand holding it.

"You should not walk so slowly when it it raining."
A handsome man with black hair spoke in a serious tone from behind the good-looking blonde man. The boy turned around and faced the other boy. He was holding two umbrellas, one over his head, and one over the other person's in front of him head. The blonde boy looked up at the umbrella and then at the umbrella's handle. "Take it." he almost demanded but you could notice a small smile on his lips.

The blonde boy hesitated, he was just staring at the man in front of him. Without warning, the black haired man grabbed the other's man right wrist gently and forced him to accept the umbrella. Then, the two boys held eye contact for a moment. They both felt the time paused. They couldn't exactly acknowledge the feeling of that moment, but it was something new.

"Thank you but I don't need it." the blonde boy said politely. The the other boy touched a tuft of his wet blond hair and chuckled. "Yeah? Cause I think you do...." he paused waiting for the boy to say his name. His voice was deep.

"JJ." the boy simply answered. "I think you need this umbrella, JJ. Just take it. No big deal." the man smiled, before walking past him. JJ turned around and stood there watching him as he was walking away. "He didn't tell me his name" JJ whispered quietly to himself and looked up at the umbrella.

They both felt like...that. A feeling that they are still looking for a word. There was an almost unbearable amount of tension hanging in the air. JJ couldn't stop looking at him—or thinking at him. His gentle touch, his smile, his kind personality, how beautiful he was.

Even in a room full of books, he'd still stare at him. He is the only book he wants to read right now.

Author's note

I know this is short but I think it's okay bc just the prologue, but you've got a little bit of anything.

I know that you can't see many differences in the personality of the characters, but trust me, they will serve angst (bc I LOVE angst)

Right now I'm busy with my school exams and I also have my proficiency exams next week so I don't know when I'll update again but I'll try update soon.

Please excuse my grammar mistakes and inform me, English isn't my first language.