Sardonic Humanism

Belief

I could hear the shower running. I layed back down on my bed facing up towards the ceiling with heavy breaths. Did Seaven kill his parents? This question was the only thought in my mind. My eyes wandered towards the watch on my wrist which read 3:34 in the morning. Simon would regularly go out for early morning runs and shower afterwards, my parents were used to the noise by now. Time couldn't pass fast enough while Seven was away, it was an eternity till the water coming from the shower stopped. I had forgotten to grab something for Seven to wear so I snuck to Simon's room across the hallway from my own. Simon's room was dark and a loud fan was running occasionally making a clicking noise. I crept to his drawers and began digging through them. Although unorganized, I eventually found something that could fit Seven. With the help of the flashlight from my phone, my eyes glanced at a light cotton grey shirt with simple designs of shapes on it; I grabbed it along with a pair of sweatpants and tiptoed back across my bedroom. Seven had already made his way into my bedroom, towel wrapped around his lower body leaving his stomach and above in the open. The skin leading up till his collar bone looked soft and tempting to run my fingers along. I felt my cheeks burn as I was lost in thought yet he didnt seem to notice. "Here" I say briskly throwing the grey T at him, catching him off guard. We stayed silent for awhile until Seven went to change in the other room. My thoughts wandered to the fact that my room was still extremely cold. I walked toward the window and struggled to even move it an inch. "I can help with that," Seven walked in, vexed over my weakness. "Fast changer" I shivered. With a simple push, the window shut with a loud bang. "Right" I trail off from my thoughts trying to pull myself together, it was hard to focus at this hour of the morning. "I want to know about everything, and when I say everything, I mean it" I gritted my teeth sounding rash, only to cause him to laugh at my sincerity. Seven cleared his throat after and his eyes were back to their almond shape. "They weren't wrong about me, you know" Seven warned, clearly a rhetorical question. "Oh? And what was it that they were not wrong about?" I questioned, inching towards the bed to sit down. "I have these thoughts" Seven muttered softly, now sitting along side me on my bed. His eyes searched my own, could he trust me? "This is a lot harder than anticipated" Seven chuckled lightly sending chills through my body. "What could be this hard to tell?" I shook my head not understanding the complexity of the conversation. Seven, like the speed of lightning, stood up and through his hands in the air. "I didn't kill my parents" Seven almost shouted causing me to jump up and quiet him. "You have to believe me," Seven grabbed my cheek and twisted his fingers throughout the strands of my hair, his eyes were as wide as golf balls. "I do, I promise" I whisper pulling his hand away from my face, keeping them in my own still. Seven inhaled in through his nose and collapsed back onto my bed. "I killed the people that killed my parents." A smile appeared on his lips while staring up at the ceiling.