bxb - jonah marais x corbyn matthew
(btw the top is always listed first so in this os, jonah is top.)
warnings - sad.
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jonah flicks his wrist slightly as he focuses on the blue and white paint being carefully placed onto the large, white canvas. jonah loves to paint. painting makes him feel good even when he is in a bad mood. it allows him to show his emotions through colours and illustrations by not saying anything at all. it allows him to place what worries him onto a physical representation so people don't have to say or ask anything about his problems.
he had always been and individual man. he liked to work on his own so nothing distracted him. jonah always seemed to be and introvert. he liked to take care of other people and help them not worry about him. he was a shy boy growing up as he found it hard to find friends because he was so unique. he never wanted to go outside and play football as a kid, he preferred to stay inside and sit down in a dim room and read a book. he was never really confident and was often confused and left out, although he is quite smart. he has always been a b grade kid. not the best but better than average.
jonah illustrated how he felt today onto the white storyboard. it was raining. he always liked the rain. he liked the smell of the fresh water and it reminded him that god is crying happy tears for the world. it reminded him that all the pretty flowers are getting watered. the rain suddenly became heavier as it hit harder on his windowed living room. he glanced outside at the grey clouds and his green eyes sparkled.
the little things always made the exclusive man happy.
there was some thunder that rolled by loudly and he took a deep inhale, closing his eyes in content and huffing it back out again. he saw two raindrops falling at the same time on the large window of his living room. he put down his paintbrush and watched the two fall down the window. one of them fell quicker than the other but the other caught up and eventually took over. jonah curled his lips slightly at the pair of droplets. a gust of wind came by and blew the right droplet over to the right more. jonah scrunches his nose and placed his chin on the palm of his hand an leant onto the windowsill, crossing one of his legs over the other standing one.
he leant onto the windowsill more as he watched the droplet on the left move with the wind to be closer. the two continued to move down the glass, jonah watching intently. suddenly, a gush of wind came by and blew the two droplets apart. jonahs heart sank. the droplet on the right came close to another droplet and merged together with another and fell the rest of the way down the wet glass till it reached the bottom. jonahs happy expression dropped as he saw the merged droplet fall, but not with the original partner. he turned his attention to the other. he watched sadly fall slowly to the bottom of the glass, not merging with the another.
jonah backed away from the glass and another roll of thunder rumbled as he sank down onto his baby blue couch. he listened to the other rain drops falling their own and merging with others till they meet the bottom. jonah sighed. he loved love. but he never wants to feel the pain. just like the lone droplet. just slowly falling till the end.
he rubbed his eyes tiredly and he stood up, running his fingers through his thick, brown hair. he took a seat back on the light washed wooden stool and looked at the canvas in front of him. it held light colours of blue, white, grey and purple. he didn't know what else to do to his painting. he felt as though he was missing something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. he crossed his arms over his chest and looked the painting up and down.
there was more to this painting and he needed to know what was missing in it. what was missing in his life.
he thought to himself that maybe if he was in the rain, he could physically and emotionally feel what he was missing. he'd be able to experience the hole he has in his life. jonah stood and glanced at the clouds. maybe he didn't have the clouds. the blanket of the world. the clouds that cover you when you are sad and you want to feel alone. the clouds that awaken the sun and help you cease the day. but the clouds didn't describe the painting at all.
