klausaberwarita

𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮.

raining season is never really raung's favorite; for the cold it brings that creeps up his feet, and the lonely that settles deep inside his chest. heavy, never meant to get lifted easily. empty, always meant to get filled with tears.

today, too, has rendered him into being an emotionless lump of a body; lying across his bed like a soulless little boy in need of extreme warmth provided by the sun itself. happy thoughts are always welcomed, yet the darkest ones are occupying his head at the moment. slowly dragging his hand down, and down. deeper, and deeper. entering the state he hates the most because none ever managed to pull him out before.

“you look dead.” kumara says from where he stand against the door; arms crossing across his chest, as his eyebrow rises up with questions raung knows he can't answer ... 𝘺𝘦𝘵.

“maybe i am.”

“am i in heaven, then?”

raung sighs, and closes his eyes. they're still wet with his previous tears, and he wipes them off with the back of his hand. kind of not wanting kumara to see the lowest part of him, maybe.

“i assume you need a cup of ice cream.”

“maybe tomorrow.”

he hears kumara's footsteps; echoing thorough his bedroom's walls, and feels his heart steps on the aching part of his soul.

“oh no,” kumara whispers. raung can feel the boy's dry lips touches the side of his head, and he opens his soaked orbs. the sight that greets him, is kumara and his concerned facade.

“i think you need a whole tube of ice cream.”

“tomorrow.”

it's final, and kumara nods. all understanding like the angel he is. funny how he called raung an angel, when he behaves like one most of the times. this, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺.

“want to share?”

raung stares as seconds passes in complete silence. this time, though, the quiet air does not scare him away. it's comforting. like a fresh baked cookies in the morning.

raung exhales. “it's ugly.”

but kumara simply takes his hand, and wraps his own around his trembling palm. his voice is soothing when his words seeps slowly into his ears. like the first day of spring, like the delicate way of the leaf fall during the autumn. “doesn't seem so in my eyes.”

and yet, raung is just a boy covered in fears; for trusting one can become so tiring, he chooses to shrink. doubt, can be seen across his pretty orbs. one he would cast when he glance towards strangers in his classroom. one he would sport on whenever someone try to knock into his heart.

“𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦?”

about the ugly truth that is his twisted head; always running round and round, circling over things that's 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺.

kumara hums lowly. raung takes a quick peek at his furrowed eyebrows, and thinks he looks cute that way. “that you're the most beautiful soul i have ever encountered? yeah, plenty.”

“no,” raung frowns. “not that.”

kumara kisses the tip of his fingers. the pace he takes is slow, like he's tending a fragile bouquet of flowers. each petals needs to be held carefully. no knuckles is safe from his lips. and when he looks up to nuzzle against his palm, kumara does actually listen. his eyes are as kind as ever; encouraging him further.

but raung still is, a coward of a boy. maybe next time, then. because he's a selfish bastard like that; knowing kumara won't press, because he's a patient man with a heart so forgiving and vast. raung decides for a safe answer instead.

“have you ever thought of going to swim with me?”

kumara pecks his eyelid. almost like a mother would give upon blessing her children good night. “do you want to go next weekend?”

“what if i drown?”

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦?

“i can swim.”

“but i can not.”

“and who says i'm gonna leave you behind?”

one look. it only takes one look; long enough to consider his life, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. square on the mouth, like he has imagined it all those restless nights. like the way kumara deserves in every rights. because he smells like home, and raung holds him dear next to his heart.

𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙪𝙮𝙖, 8.14 pm.