the end of yesterday ✎ blind!sean

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[an] ay new story who dis?¿
anywho, enjoy!! Ill try to update when I can, but I will try to update the story every Thursday? we'll see haha. it'll be soo much easier once I get out of school for winter break. and once I finish all of my late assignments aajdkwjdbdj. well, welcome to chapter one of "the end of yesterday".
+ looK AT MY BEAN. JUST LOOK AT HIM IM

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The boy, alone and tired, didn't realize how beautiful the sunset was before him. He didn't see how pretty the pinks and oranges and slight blues that tinted the sky really were. He didn't appreciate them the way he should've, the way that we all should. He only glanced towards the setting sun, picked up his bag and walked away.

The green-haired boy walked slowly, peacefully. Completely unaware of what was about to happen to him. He barely even noticed the people around him. All he could notice was the way his breath billowed out in a beautiful foggy cloud. He breathed in through his nose, and slowly back out through his mouth, smiling cheerfully as the air froze before his eyes. Fascinating. Absolutely mesmerizing. Beautiful, elegant. It indeed was

winter. Well, not exactly. It was, after all, still September but close enough.

The petite boy was, in fact, very tiny. Only about 5'6 to be exact. He was a sophomore in high school and was the ace of his varsity volleyball team—the libero. He got good grades, he was extremely attractive. He even had himself a boyfriend, who was...possessive to say but he loved the boy all the same. This boy loved sports, science, chocolate and he looked exceptionally good in black.

He thought he had everything. Everything he could ever want. He was happy with his life, he was so happy with what he had been blessed with. For example, a loving pair of parents who accepted and even encouraged his sexuality. He even cried when he finally came out to his mother and father, and when they were so loving to him about it. They were shocked, yes, and a little hesitant that their son liked boys, at first. But quickly, they came to love him even more and were overjoyed that he had become more expressive of himself. That he had opened up to them a bit.

He was so happy. With everything, with everyone. Even though he could be quite feisty and a bit of a hot head at times. Okay, most of the time, but that's what people came to love about him.

As the sun sank farther and farther into the distant trees, the boy shivered and shoved his hands into his pockets. He frowned to himself, as he regretted not heading back home earlier; it was getting way too cold for his liking. But he didn't complain. He simply pushed his hair back a little, pushed up his glasses and kept walking. The boy walked brisker this time, eager to get back to his warm bed after a long day of school and volleyball practice as fast as he possibly could.

"Fuckin' freezing," he mumbled into his jacket.

He felt his phone vibrate inside his pocket and stopped, taking it out of his jacket and bringing it closer to his face.

Missed call from
Mark💘

"Shit," he whispered, as he took a deep breath and hit the "call" button. The phone rang a few times as the boy jumped back and forth on each foot in the cold air. Finally, he picked up.

"Hey, Mar—"

"Sean?" the other voice spoke, anger lacing the deep voice. "The hell have you been!"

The boy—Sean—flinched slightly. "Mark," he spoke softly, "you know I have practices on Tuesdays. I've told you that over and over again."

"Well, I've been trying to call you for 15 minutes!"

Confused, Sean quickly checked his recent missed calls. Nothing.

"Mark? I think you must be confused," he chuckled lightly, although nothing about this conversation was funny. "There's nothing. I mean, I don't have any missed calls from—"