ATOMS (THE SOCIETY)

xiv. the sun that brightened his world

chapter fourteen. 🌞 episode three.
the sun that brightened his world

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JULY 28 . ' SUMMER ' — 06 : 23

Life was tiring and tedious and Harry Bingham had full knowledge of this. It was banal and boring with the seemingly endless cycle of homework and tests and projects, it was so horribly normal. Now Harry wished for nothing else except that, the terrible mundanity of high school and classes and poor cafeteria lunches. He could no longer slack of like he did in West Ham, no in New Ham he had to be an adult, he had to be mature because no one had his back anymore. Not like his mother did. And it was tiring to be all by yourself.

     He had Phoebe though. That was something that always made him smile. He believes that he doesn't deserve her of course, Phoebe Beckett, West Ham's very own girl-next-door now best friends (not to mention, basically married) to the notorious, rich boy who lived in the white mansion at the end of the street. Opposites do indeed attract. Phoebe was captivating, absolutely beguiling and Harry was absolutely confused on how he never noticed her before. He had definitely seen her and knew her by reputation but West Ham Phoebe was always too perfect to be within his reach, too golden and he was toxic, his touch corrosive, it would have melted down her gold into nothing but a pool of yellow liquid.

       Yet there she was, nestled under his blankets, curled up in his sheets with her hair messy and tousled all around her face. Still very much golden and beautiful and so breathtakingly magnificent. He had not broken her yet but he knew it would be inevitable. He knew that he had the infuriating ability to accidentally ruin everything he touched, Kelly first. And he loved Kelly too. Now Phoebe (and he loves Phoebe more.) But he couldn't even stand to be away from her, the duration of their disagreement and ignoring of each other was totally agonising for the Bingham way and besides wishing for the return to normal seventeen year old lifestyle, he wishes to never lose Phoebe Beckett ever again.

       Phoebe was the sun that brightened his world but there were still growing patches of darkness in his mind. The fatigue induced from the endless mandatory chores, the disturbed sleeping schedule, many people found a routine and a comfort at that but Harry found nothing but that restless feeling in which burned when you were commanded to do something you have no desire to do. In truth, Harry Bingham had never really had to work in his all of his seventeen years. Until now. And it his the wall of his sanity with a wrecking ball. Slowly (but surely) there will be nothing left of his sanity but some rubble and dust. And sunshine has never been able to piece a wall back together.

      Harry took a deep breath. Despite all the darkness that disturbingly settled in his mind, he clung to hope still. Hope was still very present in his heart and in came in the form of a brown-haired girl with a pretty face and an odd sense of humour who laid right next to him. He stood up, a little lighter in the heart knowing that what he was about to do would put a smile on Phoebe's face.