Merely Existing

Chapter 11: Strange Meetings

Blacky's POV

"Blacky....come play with me!"

Where are we going?

"Blacky, this is our spot."

Just you and me?

"Blacky, I think you're very pretty!"

You're not scared of me?

"Blacky...can I kiss you?"

Why do you make my heart race?

"Blacky.....please..."

No!

"Please....I beg you..."

I can't! I won't! Don't ask me to do it!

"Blacky, I love you."

Please...don't look at me like that...I can't! I don't want to...

kill you.

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My eyes opened to face the darkness, with the faint sound of the cool wind whispering in my ears. I have always woken up before sunrise, my day would always start off with a still and lifeless dawn.You could say that if the world was full of people like me, then alarm clocks won't be necessary.

That dream....

It was the first time in forever, I dreamt of him.

He was not exactly forgotten, but simply ignored. I do not mourn for him, nor do I miss him. Because I would be the last person on earth who would have the right to do so.

I couldn't help but wonder why this particular memory would surface again after all these years. For so long, he was buried deep in darkness, for so long my heart was buried with him....so why now?

How was this morning any different?

Oh wait, this morning was different, very different. But sleeping out in the open was not the difference, I've experienced it uncountable times. It was sleeping next to another human being that was the difference. It had brought me comfort, just like his small hands wrapped in mine. It had triggered my memories of him, memories I'd rather have locked up and suppressed.

I suppose this was the effect of a human's warmth or body heat, one could say. Something I never felt the need for, neither do I care much for.

Ever since that time.

The figure next to me was still soundly asleep, but a small frown was forming on his forehead as he groggily flailed his arms around as if searching for something. Suddenly, those arms landed on top of me and held me tight in their grasp.

He stopped moving, a comically content expression on his face as he snuggled closer to me.

Don't tell me.....

My cold-blooded right hand man.....is a huger?

I had the urge to shake off his embrace and get up, but then I remembered the reason of his fatigue was partly me. So I ended up just lying there as stiff as a wooden plank with unblinking eyes.

After a considerable amount of time, the boy beside me finally woke up. Long lashes lifted slowly and blinked twice from the brightness of the rising sun. His gaze fell upon the me. Then he took in the compromising situation.