Azahar

Chapter 3

Seeing the boy with the starry eyes at church left him restless, after that day no matter where he was in school his eyes will trail after the boy with the melodic laugh. And to be honest it was driving the boy nuts, never before had he been so into someone, his curiosity was off the charts.

That boy even haunted him on his dreams, and it was starting to scare him a bit because it's been so long since he last had a dream, he knew he was small when that happened and now that a stranger, he had never seen before, returned him his dreams was off for him.

Could be for that same reason that Chris started to look at the boy from afar at school, from there he learnt his name was Minho. From observing he could also say the boy was the sweetest and softest when it came to the two younger boys. And if he was honest with himself it was odd.

No matter how hard he tried to understand the sweet boy he just couldn't, how could someone give so much of themselves so freely? Why was that boy caring so much for strangers? How could he laugh so happily? And why it bothered him so much?

Those were the questions that tormented him everyday, he thought he would find an answer if he talked with the boy and so when he saw him entering the library alone, he knew it was his only chance.

While approaching the oblivious boy he started to feel something around his chest, he held his hand close to his heart to feel it beat, it surprised Chris to no end, he lifted his gaze to see the boy smiling cutely and his heart started to race. That boy was dangerous, if he had been on his right mind he would have turned around and left, but something was pulling him towards that boy.

Chris walked towards him with steady steps and stopped when he saw the boy was still not acknowledging him, he should have left on that moment, before he could think it twice the boy collided against his chest and he stood there unmoving and staring.

The boy had such soft and delicates features that instantly Chris was reminded of the angels he saw portrayed at church, always so ethereal, so beautiful... His trail of thoughts was stopped when his dull eyes were met with starry brown's, he felt his breathe stuck at the sight and almost lifted his hand to touch and see if it was real.

Perhaps I should had held you stronger...

After that small encounter at the library Chris though it would end, but everytime the boy saw him on the halls would wave at him beaming and he felt a pull to return it. At that time he could not see the odd stares the others were giving them, all he saw was a precious angel.

At the beginning both of them were so scare of his actions that had to think twice before doing or saying anything, it was draining but for them it was worth it when bit by bit their friendship started to blossom.

Chris has not realized that the boy had made way into his heart and bit by bit that space he had was growing bigger, perhaps too big for him to hold in the end.

Not did he only change his daily routine but was starting to change drastically. Since young he had always gone to church after school everyday to help the priest, but lately he found it hard to leave before saying goodbye to Minho. At first it was just waiting to say bye, then it became a walk to Minho's house and last Chris wanted to hang out with the boy instead of going to church.

Minho had become the light in that dark world he had been so immersed in and perhaps that's the reason he always followed after him, that angel became the reason for his rare smiles now. He had given him a new meaning to his life.

-ooo-

Chris was waiting as usual for Minho by the entrance of school, he was on his phone sending a message to his mother to tell her he could not go and switched off his phone, he knew the consequences of his actions and what will await him once he got home, but when his eyes landed on the cheerful boy waving at him all his thoughts were dispelled.