BOOK 1 of the GREENSPIRED Series
(concept is based on the story of Orpheus and Eurydice)
Chase Roldevon, the outgoing and adventurous and a self-proclaimed art prodigy type of guy. Lionel Everheart, the timid and typical loner. The two cross paths a...
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The chill night enveloped the city.
Lionel had just said goodbye to Chase after a few exchanged words--- and mostly dead air and just night crickets making sounds in between their breaths.
Chase was worried, not because he had to leave his companion alone, but the fact that he witnessed the sick male's one of his few episodes. It was always at the back of his mind after he left the medical ward.
To say surprised was an understatement when he brought Lionel to the hospital, all nurses and medical staffs immediately knew who he was and what condition he had. They immediately tended his care and transported him to a private sector of the hospital.
His frigid cold breath escaped his mouth, his lips hugging from time to time. It was in the middle of November, and he could feel the cold nights of the month going towards December.
Rubbing his hands together, as he passed by a nearby river as the night gave it twinkles and a glimmering look. Padding a seat on the dewy grass on the side of the river, he plomped down on the surface.
He started to reminisce what had happened today. From the boring lecture tour, to meeting the most breathtaking boy, witnessing the most breathtaking boy almost die of blood loss, and seeing the most breathtaking boy be admitted on his first attempt of social interaction.
Chase was baffled on how these things have happened on a single day. And in between those circumstances, Lionel's eyes were always screwed shut.
I wonder what his eyes looks like.. Chase's thoughts brought him back to the same question he kept asking since he met him.
Lionel Everheart was a boy full of mysteries, that Chase Roldevon challenged to see right through it.
Reading a book or two, fumbling within page after page, Lionel gave out a heavy yawn. His parents bade him goodnight and left without any more interruptions.
The nurses and faculty who are aware of his situations would likely know how to respond to his cases and adjust automatically. Avoid physical and visual contact at all times. New and on-the-job training nurses were not allowed to tend to him in a risk of exposing his condition and may worsen it.
Lionel felt a slight chill of the airconditioner by his up left, as the heart monitor kept giving him constant audible sounds. It has been a while since he had been admitted, so it was an adjustment period to always be hearing only the aircondition breeze and the heart monitor's beeps.
Closing the book, he stretched his slender arms to the tippy top as he let out a satisfied hum when he was done. His eyes felt droopy but kept fighting it as he checked the clock for the time that was little to no less past seven pm.
With little hours left before his true sleeping hour, he turned the television on to watch some animated films to pass the time. But regardless, his thoughts always came back to a certain boy who helped him earlier.
Being half-conscious, he still could feel the tender warmness of the guy who took the risk of carrying him to a nearby emergency center. Baffled, since it could have been a major damage to his condition. But Lionel felt numb that time, and felt little to no sense whatsoever. He could not have deciphered what part of him was in pain, nor was reacting profusely from the physical contact.
The way the guy wore a worried expression as blood was neatly decorated on his tanned skin, his pupils almost dilated because of the horrifying situation he was caught up in. Lionel could only think of ways of apologizing for what had happened to him infront the guy.
He swore to apologize even if it meant risking his own life.
Being the good son, he was always taught to always be good and nothing more. Hence, him not apologizing gave him anxiety and small jitters that made his whole body itch in frustration.
All he could remember was he was a bit tall, and as he laid in his arms as he was carrying him, all colors fell gray; mixed ones of black and white. And all that stood out was the yellow painting of La Soliel and the guy's deep cerulean eyes.
Badump
Badump
Badump
Badump
He felt the sound emanating through out the room change rapidly, the beatings of the heart monitor became erratic instead of the usual calm and rhythmic one.
He could feel his face turn crimson red, his ears a slight shade of pink.
No, I can't---- I don't deserve it. Lionel defeatedly sighed.
Lionel always believed he was incapable of loving, for he was not able to feel touch without having a spasmic shock, and he was not permitted to look straight into the other's eyes without crying blood and fainting.
And Lionel could only vomit at the realization that love these days, just surrounds on public display of affection and consummation. Therefore, he believed he was not capable of doing what they so-called love.
But, something deep inside him told him, he was different. From the way he looked at him earlier, and the way how he was cautious of talking and entering. Clearly, he was much of a virgin as him when it comes to social interactions.
Slightly frustrated, Lionel shuddered on his bed, turning to the side. His thumb fumbling with the other fingers, as he pouted.
His eyes felt droopy once more, slowly giving in to lethargy. And for the first time in a few years, his slumber was as good as when he was still a baby.
