The mellow pitter patter against the concrete resonates down my soul,the once severe rain has paced down to a light shower. The roars of the thundering clouds have softened,the sky,a divine spectacle.
My hands are clammy round the bowl as I try to grin in an attempt to lighten the tensed ambiance that lingers around us. The chestnut boy blinks,his gaze dropped down to the bowl of cereal wrapped around my tubby fingers.
He heed to the awkward quietness that had prevailed subsequent to my lil introduction. You're an insignificant pesky and tiny creature who somehow always get his ass in unhandy consequences! And what about those boxe-
"Thank you for your kind gesture"The painter boy enwrap his slender fingers on the transparent exterior of the container, lightly tugging at it. As he gently takes the bowl of glass,I catch the sight of light crimson bruise along the tint of purple that trails down the melanin skin of his knuckles and down to the wrist.
My heart cracks open even at the glimpse of it. Why? You do this to yourself too,isn't? And you find them pretty,don't you? The air feels heavy,uneasiness leisurely floating through.
The painter boy sneakily tugs down at his sleeves,oblivious that I already had caught the sight of what he was determined to shroud.
"Thank you for the bowl of..um...cereal, I think I have the milk to enjoy it? Oh yes I do." He awkwardly waves through the air,trying to bide a goodbye as he slightly pushes the door back,a pretended smile hovering the lips.
But I'm faster.
I stick in one of my swamped pair of shoes in the cavity of the ajar door,obstructing him from closing the door on me. He gapes at the sudden act of hindrance,hint of fear glistening in the corners.
Amazing,now he'll think of me as a maniac leech. The image of bruises that littered his skin flashed right through my mind and I can't help but feel sympathy blossoming,begging me to tell him to refrain him from doing so but will he listen? And who even am I?
Well you don't even listen to yourself then why would others listen to you? Now about the boxes-
Enough,damn those boxes and damn you too,I whisper yell to the dense inner voice. Oh well,now you'll have to bear the consequences.
On the other hand my baffled neighbor frowns at the converse that's hindering him to from bolting the lock. Upon looking over my current act and realizing how great of creep I look,I swiftly retrieve. Scarlet redness sweeps across my features as I feel embarrassed to the core,wordlessly cursing my existence at the very first place.
"I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you,really. I-I just wanted to ask if I could get some milk too." I fiddle with hem of my shirt,overwhelmed by the presence of nervousness and panic rapidly rushing inside of the nerves as the chestnut head gazes right through me.
I feel incredibly tiny and nervy. My nervous system feels nervous. Lame. He doesn't utter a word and I begin to crumble on the inside as I drown in the ocean of uneasiness and discomfort. He just wordlessly stares, probably figuring if I'm a big scumbag or the biggest scumbag.
"I- It's because I ran out of it. I'm currently out of choice for a full course dinner since I just moved in so I make it up with cereals. BUTitsokayifyoudonthaveextramilk" I babble as the nervousness stirs inside,making a complete fool out of myself. Now he'll probably think of me as half baked too.
Rather,the corner of his rosy lips tugs into a gentle smile,faint but genuine.
"Relax,I suppose I have extra milk for you" his smile widens into a boxy grin over the comical phrase 'extra milk'. "Maybe wait inside?" He hesitantly gestures,slightly pulling the ligneous frame of door.
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Wildflower| Vmin
Fanfiction"You're like a rare flower blooming on an arid desert. A wildflower." Where two boys encounter each other by their perfectly aligned windows in an insignificantly tiny town and strive to mend the broken other.
