Island of BL

Chapter 12: Plan, Mean

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Plan's POV

As I leaned against the railing, looking out into the horizon, a sudden feeling of loneliness washed over me.

I had gone on this cruise in the hope of finding someone who would give me the much needed love and affection that I was longing for.

I had been through several short lived relationships that fizzled out every time I tried to push things to a committed level. Why, why is everyone so scared of commitment?

If I truly loved someone, I would not hesitate to commit my undivided love and devotion.

Mean's POV

I watched the stranger's back as he moved away from me to walk towards the railing and lean against it.

"You wanna tell me why?" he had asked me when I told him that I had initially wanted to be on this cruise with someone but that someone had backed out at the last minute.

I couldn't tell him why. If I did, all the wounds that had barely healed would be opened all over again.

I had wanted Nanon to join me on this cruise with the intention of proposing to him before the cruise was over.

Somehow he had sensed my plans.

I could tell that he wasn't ready for commitment when he gave me such a lame excuse for not wanting to join me on this cruise.

Why? Why are people so scared of commitment these days?

If I truly loved someone, I would not hesitate to commit my undivided love and devotion.

With a heavy sigh, I walked over to one of the benches lining the wall of the open deck.

I took out my phone and earpiece and chose to listen to Lady Antebellum's newly released song "What If I Never Get Over You."

As I listened to the lyrics, a sudden sadness crept all over me and started to overwhelm me.

I covered my face, trying to restrain the sobs.

Suddenly I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

I looked up.

I did not notice that the stranger had approached me.

"Y...yes, I'm alright," I replied, "I covered my face to concentrate on the music."

"Oh, I see," he said, " sorry to interrupt..." He was starting to walk away.

"Wait," I called out, "what was your name again?"

He walked back to me with a smile.

"Plan," he said, "my name is Plan."

"Plan, you wanna sit here with me and listen to the song I was listening to?" I offered.

"Why not," he said, taking the space beside me, "I had nothing in mind for the rest of the day anyway."

"Just a warning though," I cautioned, "the lyrics of the song are rather sad."

"Thank you for warning me," he said with a smile, "if you catch me wiping away a tear, it's because maybe the lyrics are relatable."

Uh-oh, had he been through a recent break up like me?

I handed him one of the earpieces and he tucked it into his ear.

I tucked the other end into mine.

I started to play the song.

"It's supposed to hurt,

It's a broken heart

But the movin' on is the hardest part

It comes in waves

The letting go

But the memory fades

Everybody knows

What if I'm tryin' but then I close my eyes

And then I'm right back

Lost in that last goodbye?

And what if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do

What if I never get over you?"

We could not finish the song.

I did not have to look at him to know that the song struck a nerve in him.

Suddenly I felt him reach out for me and I reached for him too.

Before we could realize it, we were crying together, in each other's arms.