A Touch of Broken Trust (Complete)

Part 17: The Boys

Luke 

We had a plan. Six of the worst days of my life had passed and they were steadily getting to me. Well, they were getting to all of us. In all the years that I had known each of the guys I had never seen all of them like this at once and over the same thing. Sang, our Sang. With those green eyes, infectious giggle and absolute shining outlook, she’d slipped into our hearts and bound them up until we were in a spin trying to orient ourselves. She was our friend, and when being honest to myself, I admitted that she had become more. I didn’t like thinking about that though because I knew I wasn’t the only infatuated with her and never would I steal her away without letting her decide for herself which of us she wanted. Going on the last week, her taking off, and especially with a brother, in tow would utterly tear us apart. 

Breakfast the morning after Sang had landed in hospital had twisted my insides up in disgust. I’d barely made it to a hidden corner outside the diner before emptying my stomach. I hadn’t eaten since. 

Every single day my uncle would hop in his truck and go see our girl; he’d make sure she was doing ok and report back about whether she had softened towards us at all. Victor had wanted to ask him to sneak a camera in there so we could see her ourselves but Kota had been the one to naysay that, thinking that if she ever found out it might cause another problem in regards to her trusting us to keep our word. I knew he’d wanted to ok it but his conscious wouldn’t allow it. Screw his Jiminy Cricket moment I’d said but no one went against Kota. 

Six whole days, no contact, no sweet little giggles. It was killing me and I wouldn’t last much longer till I did something stupid, like scale the building to her window and stalk her Spiderman style.  

Something had to give and we all knew it really had to be us. Normally we were the ones in charge of the situation but this time we couldn’t do shit except hope that she forgave us.  

Of course, a little bit of grovelling couldn’t make it any worse.

So there I was on Wednesday morning pressing wildflowers between the pages of a diary I’d picked up to send in for her with Uncle. On the front insert I’d written a poem and Gabe had drawn her portrait. The likeness was so real that I’d had to catch my breath a second upon seeing it. 

So our plan?! It was simple. Prostrate ourselves in supplication until her inner sweetness came roaring back out.

For the loveliest of roses, Sang:

Velvet petals kissed by morning dew

radiant are you in your scarlet hue

Sparkling droplets each catching sunlight

through silken threads spun, dance daylight

A gossamer web glistens in morning dew

a backdrop added against skies azure blue

White trestles displays your beauty fair

your soft sweet scent lingers in the air

Emerald green blades drink from morning dew