It's that laugh.
Laughs are generally ugly.
Especially mine but that's besides the point.
HIS LAUGH.
I REPEAT
HIS LAUGH.
My tired eyes shifted within a second and our eyes met.
Caterpillars in their cocoons had sprouted after a long time.
Their wings brushed the cocoon skin away as they fluttered around my insides.
I had butterflies in my stomach.
I looked away, away from the reality.
Realising that I'll never be able to awaken my fantasies.
But from the corner of my eye i glanced at a beautiful yet veiny hand reach behind me.
I felt a slap on my back, which although hurt, it gave me pleasure. Not lust but love. Happiness.
Haider slapped my back and chuckled. "Your too funny kenzo"
OH.
MY.
GOODNESS.
He frikken knows my name.
MY NAME.
Not anyone elses. Mine.
That's when i stopped convincing myself that i ain't gay.
YOU ARE READING
Soulheart
Romancea boy who's past remained his present but future changed by one boy. Something inside of him repelled him away from love and...lust.
