Blue Flower

Chapter 23

-Chester-

I initiated the talk between Andrew and Michael, and I hope it turned out just fine. I really wanted the two brothers to settle whatever unsettled matters they have. In that way, I could help both of them. Though they might not be connected by blood, I always knew they were connected by heart.

I went out in the midst of our class, and pretended I was heading to the bathroom. Mr. Schulein’s class was getting boring and boring each day. It was driving me crazy. I stretched my arms and yawned lazily, while walking along the hallway that seemed to always exude an aura of emptiness.

It didn’t take me that long to reach outside. The sound of someone’s tears while punching the wall alarmed me immediately. It was near my hearing range, and I tried my best to look for that lonely and damned person.

The loudest punch came, and suddenly I heard trickles of tears flowing endlessly. I instantly knew where the strange sound came from. My feet brought me to that area, and there was Andrew, leaning his head on the wall while crying. His right hand bled profusely. A big perimeter of it was wounded due to his violent action.

I ran to him and grabbed his hand. He looked at me with a blank, and at the same time, questioning expression.

“What are you doing?” he asked while I examined his wound.

“What do you think?” I countered, my voice was turning a bit sarcastic.

He didn’t speak up as I looked at him.

“Stay right here, I’ll be back.” I said and ran to the school clinic. Though it wasn’t my concern, I cared for him more than any of my other friends. I was responsible for this set up, and now Andrew hurt himself out of frustration. I was lucky enough to borrow a first aid kit in the school clinic, and I hurriedly made my way back to where Andrew was.

He sat on the bench, staring off into space while blood slowly ran down from his hand toward the ground. I sat beside him and held his hand. The injury was big and too searing to look at. I dabbed a ball of cotton soaked in alcohol into it to clean his wound, and he winced in pain. He moved his hand away from me. I grabbed it back. Even without asking him, I knew their conversation had gone terribly intense.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called him.” I said.

“It’s alright. You don’t know how much I owe you.” he replied, obviously enduring the tidbits of pain while I started applying beta dine for a deeper and better clean.

“Why? Did something go wrong?”

“He told me everything. Why he left me without a single word ten years ago. He said he fell in love with a guy, and daddy hated him. I don’t know if I would believe him, or just ignore his side, but I find myself forgiving him in all his faults.”

“Maybe ten years is enough for the two of you. His issues have now been settled, while you start moving on and taking him back. You don’t have to harden yourself, Andrew. Learn to forgive, and you’ll have peace of mind.”

He smiled, but it didn’t show any hint of happiness.

“Maybe you’re right. Sounds like I’m softening now.” He let out a low chuckle. I secretly stared at him as he gazed at an empty space again. I pity him so much. All his life he had experienced pain, and Reese was all he had to make himself happy. I wanted to hug him and tell him everything would be alright, but then again, I had to control myself. Bandaging his wound right now was my one way of showing him that I honestly love and care for him.

“I have to go.” I said and stood up, bringing the first aid kit in my hand after putting the bandages.

When I took a step forward, he held my hand. I felt my legs pin in its place. His hand stopped me from walking.

“Thank you.” he said as I stared into his cute, yet exhausted eyes.

From that single touch, my heart seemed to skip a million beats. And I was struck by the thought that this was my most magical moment with him ever.