In-Between
23
by Anon 2
It started in a gloomy Friday when a certain figure stood motionlessly in the middle of a shouting crowd. His eyes seemed to be glued toward the scene in front of him, 2 souls, holding each other as if the whole world was theirs. The shouting crowds around them were nothing but mere spectators for their budding love stories. He forced a smile as the scene flashed in his eyes. While holding his breath, he clenched his fist, dug his nails into his flesh as he tried to soothe the pain within his chest. A burning sensation he had never felt before, a certain feeling that made his mind numbs, Hurt? But why? Jealous? Didn’t even make sense! He screamed internally as he tied to hold the feeling that raging inside. He hitched his breath when a hand grasped his wrist and pulled him away from the crowd. Shock could be seen within his glazed orbs. A tall figure was grabbing and pulling him away from the center of the commotion.
“Lucas, stop!” he demanded as he tried to release his wrist from the boy who pulling him.
“Lucas!!!” He screamed on top of his lung until the boy stopped abruptly.
“How many time did I told you to stop doing that!!” Lucas raised his baritone voice before he turned his body and faced the smaller boy in front of him.
“How many time did I told you, to stop hurting yourself!”
“You can’t hide your feeling forever Eric.” The words could only hang on his head as the taller figure talked about his action earlier. “There will be some point, where h-“
