Crests and Troughs

Boys Cry Too

Song of Chapter: Burnout (feat. Eryn Allen Kane)
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You should really try to be productive.

But Ruelle is speaking to your soul.

Can we come back to us?
Remember how it was?
Let it all turn to dust?
We need an Exodus.

This song has a great message. Step out of the toxic routines of modern life and actually live it. Great message. If only it were that easy. But, then again, that's the point; anything that has value requires effort to be gained or experienced. Oh, well.

Knock! Knock!

You open your dorm door expecting to see big 'corpse bride' eyes and a midnight blue waterfall. Instead, you're met with short, caramel curls and red eyes. Now, when a friend, who's your friend but whom you haven't shared intimate personal details with shows up at your door crying, first of all, you're caught off guard and for about a second, you don't know what to do. But, after that second, your morals as a human being kick in and you realize that this person, your friend, needs help, and wants yours. So, you gather them into a hug before ushering them inside.

You sit them down on your bed then you stand awkwardly for two seconds before again, awkwardly, sitting next to them. They're crying into their hands so you gently take them back into your arms so that you don't have to awkwardly sit and watch them cry or awkwardly ignore them to not make them feel insecure.

They've been crying for about ten minutes and you don't know why or what's going on in their life and your side is beginning to cramp because of the angle you're sitting at to facilitate them and one of you needs to speak. Soon.

But you're a wimp - and probably for good reason because people need to feel comfortable and safe in these kinds of situations - so, you begin running your fingers in their hair to kind of serve as a distraction as you shift into a more comfortable position. They sit up, mumble a hoarse apology and alter their own sitting position. You're both now supported by pillows against the wall and you really don't appreciate the fact that they're on your bed in jeans that they wear outside but you're grateful they've stopped crying.

You look over at them stretching their face and bruising their eyes in an attempt to look like they've got their shit together and you're wondering if they're going to say something. They're looking at you now and they look vulnerable. The silence is stretching and then -

"Don't look at me like that."

You're chewing the inside of your mouth more now and still looking at them.

"Please don't look at me like that."

You want to ask how you're looking at them but can barely open your mouth so you look down at your wringing hands and mumble 'sorry'.

Then, you're thinking 'Why the hell do I feel uncomfortable? He came here.' So, you muster up some gall and ask, "Do you want to talk about it?"

You see their eyes well up before they nod faintly so you take the opportunity to find out how the rest of your evening is going to go and ask, "Are you going to stay the night?"

The dams in their eyes are brimming over the edge and they sniff, keeping them from spilling, before they ask, "Can I?"

You can't bring yourself to speak in such a somber moment so you nod and take them back in your arms.

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Okay, they aren't crying anymore - which is good - but, you're both just staring into outer space lost in the galaxies of your thoughts and there's no way in hell they're sleeping in your bed with their jeans on and you would've really loved to catch up on Legacies tonight and no one is talking and your ass is cramped. So, you pull away from them and brush their eyebrows with your thumbs and you look into their not-so-red-anymore eyes and say, "You need to change."

A crease forms between the brows you just brushed and you smile at their mild confusion. It doesn't take them too long to recover because they've been to your dorm before with Myari, Peyton and Nathan and you can see the images of you declaring that no one is going to sit on your bed in the clothes they're in flash across their mind.

They climb off the bed and you give them one of your large shirts because you really like over-sized shirts and have a lot and you smile at the fact that the shirt is bigger on them than it is on you. They're now looking at their lanky arms poking out of the kimono sized sleeves and they break out into an almost smile and soon you're both laughing, though you more than them, and you tell them that you always sleep in the corner and they nod okay. So, you climb into bed and they follow suit and you're both covered up to your chins with your purple flannel blanket and they look sad again so you inch closer to them and start playing in their hair and softly sing the lyrics to Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan until they close their eyes. You continue in a diminuendo until you're sure you're both too tired to give a shit about the singing.

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I really like this. Comment and vote your thoughts.

Songs mentioned: Exodus by Ruelle and Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan

-Airamme 💕