"Do you always ran away when things gets too much?" His voice made me halt. I was pretty sure I was stopping any words from coming out, but a scoff did. And It felt like my eyes travelled down to my skull before going back. "What?" A single word took so much just to let out, without me yelling it.
I slowly turned around, hesitantly, cuz I don't wanna see his cocky pale as fuck face. He thinks he's so better. "I didn't ran away earlier, unlike someone." I replied, words smooth coming out of me, it was always ready, as if I have been preparing it, as a bullet, so whenever something felt too much, I was always ready to reload and shoot.
"You didn't answer my question." Yet... I guess the bullet just gazed his ear on his side. It didn't shoot him, he didn't bled. Like how it usually does to others, and how that usually makes every tension in my body leave, and swapping with the one I called... Pride. He... He does the opposite, the complete fucking opposite. He stamp on my pride... He looks at me, like that pride I had is a toy I'm holding, and I'm a fucking childish person looking straight at him.
Words became this thickness inside my throat... Going out unrecognizable, almost like a mumble that is too deep and shy and slightly rough, he made sure to affect me with everything he does, even the inside of my throat. "Well..." I looked at his eyes... Did I mentioned it's... Sharp as fuck? "Who doesn't? Superman? Batman?"
The tensed on his face released, the corner of his lips twitching and turning into this... Smile, something that was supposed to be simple, except when it comes to him, it meant the whole world to me. "You know what... You're right. Only someone who isn't alive doesn't." He replied... Even his eyes were smiling. I never felt so useful... And glad that everytime I make him smile like that, I actually had a purpose, not just living... Not just breathing air, but being his air...
"I'm not so perfect aren't I?" I shrugged slightly... My eyes never leaving his.
"You were never was..."
He saw... He saw what I hated the most in myself, yet... He made me love it too.
"Am I too much? That... You're running away?" He asked...
I nodded.
He looked down at the floor... As if processing things... Or... Or finding the right words.
"I ran away a lot too." He continued.
"Oh yea?" I tried to reply casually... Though the air was too thick. One wrong move, I wouldn't be able to actually breathe.
"Don't you ever get tired running away?"
Don't you ever get tired running away from me?
His eyes says. And before I knew it, I'm doing the same.
"Yeah. I do. So much I just... Want to give up." So much I just want to give in to you.
"Then stop running for awhile."
Then give in to me.
"I guess... I could use a break."
Fuck everything... I'll give in.
"Good... My room number is 208... I'll wait for you there."
