His Pain, His Savior

His Misery

I saw him lean in closer to me, our noses barley touched. I could feel his warm breath on my lips.

He was so close.......

I pulled away, putting my hands up and pushing him back against the wall. His eyes showed shock and concern, yet his face showed pain. I was breathing heavily, not wanting to give in to him.

He stared at his feet, and curled into a ball on my floor. He pulled his hoodie up above his head.

"Eruh....sorry Thomas...I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine..." I cut him off, he was going to say something else, but he quickly shut his mouth.

"What do you want to do now?" He asked reluctantly. His face showing little sign of hesitation. I thought for a moment before pointing towards the couch and smiling.

"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked with a stupid ass grin on my face. He chuckled and nodded his head in agreement.

We spent the past few minutes attempting to turn on the tv, laughing at each others failures. The tv in my dorm was new, but the signal here is shit unless you're a millionaire.

We finally got the tv on after hundreds of tries, and I turned on Netflix.
(🌹Romantic music plays in the background 😏🌹)

"Is this some kind of 'Netflix and Chil tactic?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I looked at him with a shocked face.

"Really?" I asked humorously. I tried to play it off like it was just a funny coincidence, but he caught me red fucking handed.

Smart ass kid..

We spent the next few hours watching movies and talking about random shit, honestly it was the most fun I had in years, I never thought I would make a friend here, especially not as fast as I did. I felt like this guy was perfect for me, and I was perfect for him. I wanted to do it....god  I wanted so badly just to kiss him right then and there, but I didn't.... because I was afraid.

He looked at me halfway through the movie and just smiled, his eyes glittered in the now visible moonlight, and his smile lit up my heart.

"I've been meaning to ask you....why do you have glitter in your hair?" I asked, laughing in the process. He smiled and laughed as well, pointing to his hair.

"My friend Matt had talked me in to going shopping with him.... so we went into a bunch of stores and as time passed by, Matt got more and more excited, so while we were in a store, Matt grabbed a handful of glitter and threw it in the air screaming 'glitter party!!!' And ended up getting kicked out"

I was trying not to laugh as he walked explained his poor unfortunate accident at the mall, although it was still weird ass fuck, I finally understood why he looked like a gay ass fairy.

I noticed that he had glitter under his eyes and cheeks as well, but i didn't think about it too much.

We continued to watch the movie for most of the night. I had realized that Tord had fallen asleep, he laid on the arm of the couch, his hoodie sleeves covering his face. When the credits began to roll, I let out  song sigh, and began to wake Tord up. I shook him a little until I heard him groan. His tired eyes began to open and he lifted his head to look at me.

"What's up?"

"The movies over, I just thought I should wake you..." I said sympathetically.

"Oh ok....what time is it?"

"10:30"

"What?! Fuck!!" He screamed and jumped off the couch. He quickly grabbed his bags, hauling them over his shoulder, and ran out the door closing it behind him. I stared at the doorway in shock, I was still processing what just happened.

Did, did he really just do that? I I thought to myself as I got up off the couch. I ran to the front door and opened it, scanning the empty hallways for any sign of tord, but no luck. He was gone.

I shut the door, and sat back down, staring into space for what felt like hours.

He just left....without saying anything, no goodbyes or 'I'll see you later', not even an 'I have to go', just a fucking swear and he left.....what the hell...

I flipped back onto the couch, letting out a heavy breath.  I started at the ceiling, my legs spread out over the arm. I felt my world crumble....I didn't know what to think, maybe just had somewhere important to be....but he would've at least said goodbye...wouldn't he?

I let out another painful sigh.

'Who needs friends' I thought to myself. Gently shutting my eyes.

Misery is my only friend......