SOTUS BEHIND THE ACT

Beautiful Morning

NARRATOR

SURROUNDINGS:  THE HARD RAIN FELL AND CLASHED INTO SINGTO'S APARTMENT WINDOW. SILENCE WAS EVERYWHERE. AND THE COLDNESS IN THE AIR CREATED A FEELING OF DESPAIR. 

THE DEPRESSING SILENCE, HAD THE FORCE TO START A BURNING SENSATION IN THE LEFT CORNER OF A LOVER'S MOUTH. AS IF IT COULD FORCE THE HARSH WORDS TO BE TOLD UNWILLINGLY.

MONDAY

23:39; HRS

No song could fill the silence in the room. The beds sheets were undone, and the room was a complete mess. The rain made its way in as it turned everything wet. The look in Krist's eyes demonstrated pain like no other. Krist felt tired and so did Singto as the both of them remained still. The circumstances had not occurred as planed and the room's mess was a clear reflection of the inside of the both individuals minds.

Singto wanted to escape, but he couldn't. He wouldn't do it. His sense of existence wouldn't allow him to. It wasn't deception, neither anger. It felt like a type of love that had shifted into an extreme dark curve in the matter of seconds. For the first time he questioned what to do. He realized his own senses had stopped working by the minute he couldn't find the answer in his head.

As a result of each other's decisions, Krist and Singto drifted apart. Both of them taking action of what their own minds told them to do. Correspondingly, Krist exited Singto's apartment as his last option. The adrenaline was running through Krist's veins, while his thoughts were being devoured by the irrationality of his mind fed on a rush of emotions. His cowardice was noticeable and he feared that his own decisions would hurt him more than what he already was. His body was full of all that love was but no one ever dared to mention. In this particular scenario, his love had hurt the one he cared about the most.

Unwillingly, the tears started falling through his face without his control.

...

Singto stood still in the middle of the chaos as he took a minute to clear his mind. As he started to walk. A feeling of despair clashed through his chest. Every second that passed made it even harder to think clearly. And the emptiness was present in his gut.

As Krist stepped outside into the rain he decided to call Singto in the hope he would pick up the phone. There was no answer. And as he dialed a number with no service, he questioned the results that his actions would create towards his future happiness. By even making him question what type of love he had experienced by being with the person who was his first everything.

THREE MONTHS EARLIER

FRIDAY 7:09 HOURS

SINGTO

There was a cold breeze which woke me from my sleep. For a minute it felt like a movie scene. I opened my eyes laying next to the person I loved. His smile was a source that pushed me to become a better me. Were we too young? Was it too early to feel something so strong for someone? I didn't care. I wasn't looking for answers, it all didn't matter. All that mattered right now was us. And that was enough. I ran my hand against his dark colored hair as I went back to sleep.

8:32 HOURS

I woke up once again, this time unwillingly. I stretched my arms as I took a deep breath.  My body ached but in the best way it possibly could. It's been a while since I felt this good so early in the morning while the cold sheets around the bed were making everything so comfortable, and even harder to wake up.