Chapter 3 - Purification In His Warm Embraces

...To pass away is to be the past tense in one's story,...

...Like a cloud that loomed over the sun,...

...I was his haze,...

...The shades in his path and a waft of gloom,...

...I was his weight,...

...To step away is to be the bitter taste in one's tongue,...

...Like the wind that guided over the cloud,...

...I am his pressure,...

...The steers in his path and a burden of the world,...

...I am his nimbostratus cloud....

...-Repentance....

How naive of him to presume such ingenious thoughts when life never was as simple...

No matter how one had changed for the better in the far future, they would still have to shoulder their past that drag the reputation through the mud.

It was already a stain carved somewhere in the remembrances of the indifferent eyes that beheld as the witness.

He couldn't possibly erase their memories at will. Neither would he be able to bury the past like it never existed when it had left some traces in others' lives.

That's the solid truth and he had no one to blame but himself.

A diabolic ruffian involved in reoccurring offences and misdemeanours from a common messed-up background was undeserving of the upstanding and saintly honour student from honourable and praiseworthy households.

To pine for a crossover were bound impossible over such huge differences.

It was dreadfully discernible...

Nothing but a bizarre shower of cash, prestige and power from the upper officials to pour all over his incompetence was able to assist in solving his crisis.

Outrageous as it was, humans were no mechanical properties one would correlate a mecha or robot to. A living being that Bob the builder was incapable of fixing.

Oh, maybe a memory altering device and him reincarnating into someone with the perfect package and qualifications might work as well.

Though that would require him dying ninety-nine times before achieving so.

Ascending heaven earlier might be a better alternative than loitering for such a one in million opportunity to warmly welcome him.

Solely possibilities bound inconceivable were eligible to unravel the heavenly level difficulty of the puzzle. It was an act of the unthinkable.

Yet one miscalculation was made by the adult's party. They had underestimated the obdurate soul of the youth.

His love for him was boundless that rebelling together against the exact hands that had raised his beloved wasn't necessarily a big deal at their dawn of life.

Possibly thank his past self that never weighed the consequences and this time, he's holding his empty head on account of that deed.

As rough as that sounds, regrets... he truly hadn't had one. Haha, not as if those piles of laments were able to turn back time to when his love was feasible.

Spending the days laid in one another's warm embraces at his parent's residence, taking advantage of their momentary absence.

The adults of his home were sailing on a luxury yacht in the middle of the sea abroad and will only return in a month.

The temporary relief and freedom exhilarated them despite realising that flagrant action never truly solved anything.

It was momentary freedom seen as a rebellion of some sort, rather similar to the act of quenching the thirst with poison.

Those numbered fleeting days were the happiest of his lifetime. Each second being infinitely precious, that he's all over the moon, they both were.

The vigorous youth of striplings were consumed in bed, getting tangled in making passionate love again and again. Being embraced by him brought heaven to a mere mortal like him.

Only, if only the time would freeze by command, so they could stay together for perpetuity to arise.

He beamed a gentle smile, reminiscing the unrestrained sleepless nights he'd exhausted like a hot wrap being devoured endlessly within the soft grey duvet.

It was a rather risqué thought...

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