❝Bathroom Talks❞ m.yg x p.jm [eng trans]

9

With his head bowed and fast footsteps, as quiet as a butterfly's flap, he was crossing the crowded school floors.
Knowing which burden he would expose himself to he tried to turn up his thoughts' volume, higher than the outerworld's.
But it wasn't enough to tame the deafening noise now descending upon him.
However, here it wasn't about the noise caused by the conversations and discussions by students running past him.
No.
It was the noise brought along by the many emotions crashing his thoughts.
The emotions which were spread to him from other people and were manifesting around the boy.

Strain.

It dragged him to make him use the remaining minutes to the upcoming lesson to study for the unannounced test he wasn't prepared for.

Fury.

It stung with small knives through the boy's stomach region and sparked the fire of hate on the friends, who had exposed him.

Grief.

It made his eyes burn of tears, while it was reminding him of how much loss a broken relationship had brought along. This summary of feelings he even felt only by the presence of other people developed every day rather to an additional​ burden the boy had to carry.
Deafened by the noise and blinded by all those colors being projected on the boy's inner eye by every single person's aura he stumbled aimlessly in a direction his feet brought him to.
After the silence wished profoundly had come back and the fog of colors had cleared he was not nearly at the school premises anymore.
He should go back to the lesson, his conscience demanded. But he couldn't.
Because his heart wasn't made of flesh and blood.
No, it was created of finest porcelain and already marked of numerous cracks that were inflicted by this world's misery.
Wherever he was, one look was enough for him to sense his counterpart's pain and anxiety as if it was about his own emotions.
The pain of the people he had built a strong relationship to he could feel without their presence as intensive as if they stood in front of him.
Some people would call this a gift.
But from time to time this so-called 'gift' assumed a curse's shape.
Because the more hissurpassing perception unfolded, the more he also felt the opposite site.
His dainty, fragile heart wasn't meant for this world because gradually it became eveymore tender due to the much pain it had absorbed.
As tender so it would already start to break by the smallest burden. As much effort he gave though he couldn't resist.
'Unable to take criticism' and 'lazy' were only two examples of the daily reproaches given to him as well by his family and friends as by teachers.
But even in those situations his decision was against saying the truth and letting his porcelain heart surface.
Instead, he made a wrong turn when he was looking for a solution. His heart was now completely streaked by cracks blood began to flow out of which in turn was reflected on his arms.
He was aware of this not being the right way.
But it was the only still existing way to drain the others' pain out of his heart. And along with the blood flowing out of his arms at night, the strange emotions also disappeared in aim to give place to new worries. It was the only way to protect his highly sensitive character from the world's pain. To keep his heart of porcelain alive in a world of stone.

With trembling hands I whipped my tears rising in the corner of my eye away. I'm still wondering how I accomplished to photograph the whole thing with my phone in this state without dropping it due to this involuntary disturbance.
Fastly I put the phone back into my pocket before I let my fingers lightly run over the words, this time written down with a black pen, filled with awe and attention. But when I put those slowly back again, the black prints on my fingertips occured to me immediately.
Apparently, the text has been written down a brief time ago which meant the anonymous person was possibly still nearby, if he wasn't even maybe among the boys I had actually ignored, when I had come here. Without thinking​ about it first I opened the cabin's door and almost collided with one of the many bodies convened in front of the door out of nowhere. Filled with confusion and surprise I stared at the students who didn't stare at me less.
I casted a glance on the other cabins to check out, if their manning was the reason for the sudden rush, but that didn't seem to be.
At latest, when I perceived the partly curious partly judging piercing looks by some girls, I became aware of there being something fishy.

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I hope you'll get the following scene despite my potential mistakes because I had to read it twice to get it in the original story 🤔 we'll see...
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