Noah Mitchell and The Theory of Alternate Universes √ (BoyxBoy)

22

Eternity passes me as I sat in the cold, wet bench. Alone.

Tears falling from my eyes dropping to the black and gold cover of The Iliad and The Odyssey sitting atop my lap.

I sniffled a couple of times then wiped my own face, standing up.

No. I will not cry because of him. I will not let him just come in my life and then break me.

I'm a man. Goddamnit. I shouldn't be crying just because of some guy.

I didn't even cry when my middle school girlfriend broke up with me, or when our Math teacher humiliated me in front of the whole class because I couldn't solve the problem on the board.

I sure as hell won't be crying for him.

I thought as the tears start flowing again, paired with the snot coming out of my nose.

This is just simply pathetic. I wiped my face aggressively and started walking, determined to find him.

Wherever he is.

I don't have a plan. I don't even know where and how to find him. I just know that I wanted to tell him off, to tell him that I don't care.

I wanted to tell him that I'd slept with so many girls and didn't care about them afterwards, that kissing wasn't a game changer for me. That I'm definitely 100% straight and kissing him just proved my point.

I wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt me.

Wind whooshing past me, I hugged my own body. My calloused hands meeting the leather jacket I'm wearing.

His leather jacket.

I rubbed it slightly, thinking of how it touched his skin. I drew it even closer to me, if possible.

Walking around the area, I remembered that I'm not really familiar with this place. Unfamiliar and unwelcoming houses surround me.

There's no one around, except for a few drunkards. Their feet hobbling, body swaying side to side, as if they're walking on an unstable boat.

I walk faster whenever I encountered them. Trying my best to avoid them.

I just really wish that I'd find Elliot soon, because I don't know how to go back by myself.

I decided to retrace our footsteps, back to the diner.

He left his car there, so he would for sure be there, at least by morning.

I started walking back, but then something caught my eyes.

A place with brick walls. Isolated from the crowded houses nearby. It kinda looks like it's abandoned but also well kept. If that makes sense.

Hmmmm. If I was angry and sad at the same time, this would be a perfect place to be an emo and cry about it. I thought.

I let my feet wander towards the brick walls, a big arc serves as an opening, for a hallway of bricks. Lamp posts were inside, illuminating the dark alley.

It eerily reminds me of Spain. With its intricate designs and Victorian style of architecture, It feels like a little town in Spain.