Island of BL

Chapter 72: Perth, Saint

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

This is a continuation of chapter 69

Perth's POV

I was a bit shocked at feeling a teardrop falling on the back of my hand, and knowing that the teardrop came from Saint's eyes.

I was shocked and at the same time sad and concerned. I needed to know why Saint was suddenly crying. Was it because of the guitar music that he was playing from his phone?

The guitar music sounded melancholy and haunting, like it was composed by someone who was suffering from a lost love.

I removed the earpiece from my ear and took Saint's hand and covered it with my other hand.

"Saint," I said, my eyebrows almost coming together in one line, "why, why are you crying, sweetheart?" The word 'sweetheart' came automatically without my even realizing at first that I had said it.

The question made him cry even more.

I placed an arm around his shoulder and caressed it gently.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it right now," I assured him, "but if you ever want to talk about it later, I'm always here for you, and my shoulder is always here for you to cry on."

I felt him press on my hand before I heard him say, "Thank you so much. You are a good friend."

I badly wanted to say, "I would like to be more than just a good friend." but I held my tongue. This was not the right time to say it.

"Do you want to continue listening to your music, or would you like to give it a rest?" I asked, hoping that he would say that he would like to give it a rest.

I sighed in relief when he said, "I think we should listen to a different kind of music. What music do you listen to usually?"

I felt hesitant to tell him. What if the kind of music that I listened to was not his type of music.

He turned to look at me, waiting for my answer.

I took a deep breath. Here goes...

"I listen to songs by Bruno Mars," I said, anxiously watching out for his reaction.

I saw his face light up.

"Oh, I know some of his songs," he said with a slight smile.

I was so relieved that I could not stop myself from grabbing him and holding him tight.

"I can't breathe," I heard Saint whisper so I got alarmed and let go of him quickly almost making him fall out of the bench so I had to catch him to steady him again.

"What Bruno Mars song do you want to hear?" he asked, his fingers already tapping on his phone.

On impulse I replied, "I wanna marry you."

"Whaaattt?" his eyes looked like they were ready to fall off, because they had opened so wide.

"Silly," I said, "the title of the song is "Marry You."

He tapped me lightly on my arm.

"You deliberately misled me there," he said with a pout.

I laughed out loud.

"I'm sorry," I said, still laughing, "I honestly just meant to say the title of the song."

My heart jumped to my throat when I saw the look of disappointment on his face, or did I just imagine it. I couldn't be too sure.