Say You Won't Let Go || BounPrem

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"I met you in the dark, you lit me up."

Boun's POV

"Baby, try to under-
I walked out before she could finish her sentence slamming the door. I am angry. I am angry on her,on myself, on everyone.
I start running. I don't know where I am going and I don't care. I just want everything to go away. I don't want to think about anything. About dad. I don't want to cry but my tears won't listen. They come out whenever they want to. It hurts. So I run, after all that's the only thing I am good at.

I don't believe this.I can't believe that dad is gone just like that. He is the strongest man so how? I refuse to believe this. And now my mom wants to send me away to a boarding school. Why? Am I not a good kid? Is it because I was persistent for new toys? Will it all go back to be the same if I start being good? But Aunty said dad is never coming back. So what's the point? But if I start being a good, will mom keep me with her?

I stop when I reach the town square. I take the road that leads to the outskirts of the town as I decide to go to my spot. I discovered it last year. I run until I reach my hiding spot. It has stairs that lead to a big rock ledge with a big tree and it faces the beautiful lake. I come to this place often because it feels really good here. I climb up there and sit there for I don't know how long when it starts raining.Why is this happening to me? I won't get wet but it suddenly feels gloomy. This time I don't try to keep it in. I sit there,crying. I miss dad.

After some time I hear someone coming towards my hiding spot. I pull my knees to my chest and hug myself in hopes of making myself smaller because what if this is a killer? That person is climbing up the stairs. Should I just take a chance and run?No I don't have time.I sit still when I hear the footsteps coming closer.

I look up slowly and I see a guy around my age in a purple hoodie. Purple is a pretty colour. I want to wear it someday. I look up at him only to find him looking at me with a confused and slightly worried face. I am suddenly aware of the tears running down my face.This is awkward. I turn to look straight ahead secretly rubbing my tears away and after some time place my head on my knees facing the other way. I don't want this person to talk to me. I want him to leave so that I can cry in peace.

"Hello.What's your name? I am Prem," he says in a happy voice. Here we go. I don't really want to reply to him but that would be rude right? Mom says we should always answer when someone talks to us.

"Hello I am Boun," I reply without turning to face him.

"I am 12 years old. I study in A.V.P  school. What about you?" he continues with the same excitement.

What's with this boy? I turn around in frustration but I come face to face with sun's child. He is smiling so brightly. I sigh and reply to him, "I am 12 as well and I study in the same school." I haven't seen him before in school though.

His eyes go wide like they show in cartoons and he shouts, "Hoiiii!! We must be in the same standard then. Which section are you in? But I know everyone. Are you invisible man or what? That will be so cool," he rambles making me laugh. What a kid! His lips stretch in the biggest grin. Now that I notice he is a chubby boy with soft brown hair. He looks like a cuter version of Shinchan.

We talk for some time, mostly him and I find out that he indeed is in the same standard but a different section. Not only that but he lives near my house. And he likes painting and reading comics. I know all his favourites by now. He is interesting. I don't have to talk much and he keeps the convo going.

Now we are sitting in silence but I like it. I am not bored or uncomfortable. It's been long since I have had a friend. Is he a friend already? I don't think he will want to be friends with me. After all I am just the weird kid who always wears black hoodies and now the boy whose dad died. I am still happy for his company be it for a short time.He is looking at the lake with his head slightly tilted. I am sure this guy must be thinking of mermaids. He is weird like that.