Is This Enough ||MxM || Lgbtq+ [ON Hiatus]

Chapter 3

Leonardo's P.O.V

Was I DEAD? Oh, please don't let me be. I was so close to catching up on all my favourite shows.

My body felt like it was floating as I drifted away from the clamour of voices and moved into a peaceful space. As I stirred, a chair swayed in my periphery, creating a gentle disturbance in the silence. I opened my eyes and saw a man seated at a worn, creaky desk. In an effort to draw his attention, I gave a gentle cough.

He spun around in the chair and said, "Oh, thank goodness you're alive!" The mysterious stranger looked relieved before remarking, "I was beginning to think you were a goner!"

My eyes roved, drinking in the sight of the place; it was obvious that this space was in dire need of a makeover, yet I had far more urgent matters to focus on.

This stranger proceeded, "Well, welcome to my humble abode. I..."

I interjected into his speech. "Hold on a second. Who the fuck are you and where am I?"

The individual rolled their eyes and sighed with annoyance, as if they were already bored of me. "If you'd allow me to finish," he said, "I was about to tell you that you're in Bleyfield."

"And where the hell is that?! I want answers."

"In Ironcliff," he spoke with condescension.

I jumped out of bed, my heart thumping and I looked out the window to find myself surrounded by a multitude of trees with broad, leafy canopies, their bare branches stretching out towards the sky. A single road spread out before me, mysterious and beckoning, its destination unknown. I couldn't stick around here if I wanted to watch out for Acrima. I mean, how was I going to do that cooped up in this room?

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"Four days, give or take."

He didn't say a word after, only watching me. I mean, really, who would want to make small talk with someone they don't know?

"I can't be here right now." My skull throbbed as I frantically looked for my shoes, then a stab of pain jarred me to reality, and I realised I had a huge adhesive bandage affixed to my abdomen.

I pointed to the bandage, "Did you do this? Did you get your grubby hands on me? I questioned in a hostile voice."

He was incredulous and said, "Maybe I should have just left you out there to be eaten alive by the bugs!"

The urge to flip him off was so strong. What was I even doing here? Who was this person and what did they want from me? "Look, I still don't know who you are! Who am I even talking to? And why am I here?" My questions were met with a deafening silence, only fuelling my irritation.

"Christ on a bike, just chill!" he gave me an urgent look of reassurance, "Names Vinnie, and I brought you here." He had one leg crossed over the other, like he was at a job interview.

I let out a moan of annoyance, looking up to the heavens as I said, "I'm Leonardo. What do you mean you brought me here? I'm not exactly light, you know!"

"I bumped into you close to my cabin while a storm was rolling in, so I didn't want to leave you out in the cold."

I remarked, "You must be the saintly type," I proceeded to question, "So, is it just you living in this place?"

"Is sarcasm like your first language or something? And to answer your question, yes. . ."

The sound of his voice dissipated into nothingness, allowing me to appreciate the beauty of his features. Curls, dark as a sweet treat, tumbled down his face. His eyes were a lush hue of green, captivating, and intense. His body was solid and bulky, yet his strength was still unmistakable.