Too Much Time (LGBTQ Fiction) ✓

boredom knows best.

Window gazing was my favorite activity.  Not because there was anything spy worthy in the neighborhood. But precisely because, there wasn't anything spy worthy in this neighborhood. Nothing bad ever happened here. Nothing good ever happened either.

The community in this town was very passive. I'd always felt like the only kid in the world. Because no one was ever quite like me. I wanted protests, parties, and crimes to take place in this overbearingly apathetic town. I might as well be the devil.

There wasn't anything spy worthy, so staring outside my windows, and looking out for potential burglaries had become an activity so boring that it would put my insomnia to rest.

However, window gazing at midnights stopped serving its function when new folks moved in next door. The neighborhood wasn't as unresponsive anymore. People grew curious to acquaint the new neighbors. As did I. Because, not only was their son incredibly handsome, he was also incredibly mysterious. Much like, all those mysteries I created for myself when I'd loose interest in a book or a show. Only, later when unfinished endings tickled my mind, I'd pine to reach the end of the story. Satvik was like that.

At first sight, other than his blessedly tall height and strikingly dark skin, he wasn't much. Just another boy my age. Just another kid probably pursuing just another conventional college degree, travelling kilometers to get to some posh private school located in the outskirts.

Things changed when I saw him on the coldest nights, standing on a lone ridge of the tiled roof of his house, swaying dangerously, willing his downfall.

Well, this town had made me apathetic for the most part, so naturally, what dawned first was my unwarranted curiosity about how he'd climbed the roof. It was only after noticing him on the tiled and ridged roof a couple more times that I noticed something significant.  That Satvik had never smiled. Never.

Not even when I had cracked a joke about how he could be the phantom with his mysterious visits up on the rooftop of his house.

Satvik was handsome, in a way that drew me in, but he was indiscernible, in a way that drew me in even more. And what, with all this free time, I had found my new subject of interest- Satvik, who was the color of bright blue mountain tops cloaked under all that mist.

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