Aldrose (KevHwall) (DISCONTINUED)

Five

Kevin

    The conversation we had last night kept replaying in my mind. I hadn't thought about the things he spoke of. I never delved too deep, I was too afraid of falling into an abyss I couldn't escape from. He did though. He talked about death as if it was any normal topic. He seemed to have considered it multiple times and finally gained a peace of mind he'd been searching for. That tends to happen. When you can't stop thinking about something so much so that it clouds your mind, you need to tell someone. But then there's that fear of judgment. No one will understand you. It's kind of all just in your head. However, uttering it makes a whole world of a difference.

    I noticed that in him. He spoke with ease yet felt sheepish afterwards. Like it was strange to think about things no one else really bothers with. I admired that about him though. How the words flowed out of his mouth like water. How passionately he talked.

    Clearly, there was more to his pretty face than displayed. He talked with a sense of familiarity. He was reciting the notions in his head based on experience. Hence, the example of his father. Maybe that's where it was all derived from. An event which sprouts a thousand other ideas that evolve into more ideas.

    Emotional intensity, I believe is what they call it. By no means a bad thing, I thought it was an amazing thing. I also thought it was a thing that could help me understand his complexity and the odd way I felt towards him.

    I don't want to get too over my head about this but he gave off the impression of being rather comfortable around me. He was different, no wonder he must receive curt eyes his way. But he wasn't a skeptical kind of different - he was an animated different.

    The second I lay my eyes on him, I couldn't fathom what I saw. He was too unreal, too perfect. And I thought it was marvelous that he wasn't as introverted as he made himself to be. On the other hand, his heart wasn't on his sleeve nor his chest. He kept it somewhere where he hoped no one could reach yet still be able to grasp.

    I was glad I got a glimpse at what it might be like. Perhaps he didn't want his unfavorable thoughts to be heard, perhaps he just wanted to share with someone he could trust. I don't think I could be that someone he initially needed but I could be a good filler in.

    Not to mention, his beauty only amplified when he voiced what he felt. I didn't understand how that was possible but he was a person filled to the brim with surprises. I just hoped I managed to keep his interests up. I didn't want to scare him away and have him build up words in his mind, waiting to burst through. I couldn't exactly pinpoint what kind of relationship we had attained but whatever it was, it'd be nice to see it last.

    As I walked to school, I was shocked to find myself not frowning over what I pondered but rather, I felt the faintest of smiles on my face. I carefully went up the lobby staircase and strode to the main building. Once I entered, New and Q were waiting by my locker.

    "Hmm, someone looks happy today," New teased accompanied by a mocking grin. I simply rolled my eyes at him, proceeding to put in my locker combination. I pulled it open, the oddly satisfying lock noises breaking free as I did so.

    "Don't you think he looks more, what's the phrase, in love?" Q suggested, nudging New playfully. These two were a real riot when together. New gasped dramatically before agreeing,

    "He does." I continued to listen drolly to their commentary while gathering my materials for Psychology.

    "Look at that soft blush."

    "That smile."

    "You seem rejuvenated, Kev," Q razzed. I wanted to wipe those stupid grins off of their faces but I mistakingly let a chuckle slip. They both tittered at the act. I closed my locker before leaning against it, in a relaxed stance as we still had a good five minutes to kill prior to class.