Drabbles

Forever

Forever.

Promise of eternity together.

He never believe in it.

Where is forever when his father who raised him literally up and left with a new wife and a new kid, leaving his mum and him alone as if they are old goods, unwanted and dirty? Did anyone care that a child at 5 is scarred from the sight of his mother breaking down and being too young to be the shoulder to lean on then?

Where is forever when his mum lost her battle with cancer after less than 2 years, her broken heart is not in it to fight the disease that ravages her even when her young son pleads for her to stay for him? Did anyone care that a child at 7 is too young to be left alone in the world and thrown to a distant aunt who took him in because he is unwanted by his own father?

Where is forever that his father said his new family is to him when they left him when his business fell apart and he came back to him, asking him for forgiveness which he give but he cannot forget the loss of his mum and his childhood in one blow when the said father left? Did anyone care that a teenager at 16 should be out having fun with his peers instead of working every single free minute he have to take care of a now sick reunited father who left him to meet his maker when he started university?

Forever.

From the poor examples he have seen of it, he do not want it.

Even when Kong came into his life. That annoying junior of his who refuses to go away. Even when he throw his sharpest weapon at the younger, his acid tongue and even more explosive temper, the younger held on.

Breakfast appears hanging on his dormitory door, his favorite lunch placed in front of him in the canteen before that man run off before he can yell at him, his favorite drink poured into a discreet thermos bottle to keep cold and hanging in his locker so no one could tell it is a not too manly pink milk, messages on his phone reminding him to bring in his clothes as weather forecast predicts that it will rain, an umbrella leaning next to his door early in the morning reminding him of the same said rain.

Everything done without expecting anything in return.

Wouldn't anyone melt at those actions? But not him. He didn't dare. Not when even flesh and blood betrayed him so. He ignore his friends who chided him for not acknowledging Kong or treating him better.

How many times have he seen Kong's shadow from under his door, wondering if he should open the door when the younger linger briefly before leaving the treats, how many times have his fingers typed a reply to the messages that the younger sent him before he deleted them, closing his phone, how many times have he sit in the dark safety his room, look across his balcony to see Kong bustling around inside his room and looking over at him, not realizing that he is watching right back.

Forever.

He shouldn't believe in it.

But he wants to.