Chapter 4 - Their Bitter Yet Enchanting Daydream

...I'm a caged butterfly,...

...One that's yet to taste the freedom,...

...Yet not once did I escape to light,...

...'Cause such steps would only be blight,...

...I'm blue, I'm black,...

...I fly towards the sea,...

...The sea of my fantasy,...

...'Cause I just can't change the presence,...

...The greyness of my existence,...

...That I'm but a caged butterfly....

...-Caged Butterfly....

Blissful times always were quick to come to an end.

Had always been and will always be as it had always done. Their wonderful daydream had soon fragmented into mere pieces of daydreams never be fulfilled.

It was as if the times spent by each other's comfort were fantasies made to believe by a mage, a delusion made to perceive.

Stood with eyes leering at him on occasional glances that weren't short on the repulsive attitudes, the parents and the ‘legal ’ guardians to both of them made their presence known.

They were demanding explanations for their outrageous deed of fleeing from home. While casting sideways glances his way, they scoffed at their definition of eloping that the adults had assumed was the causal.

The sweetheart pairs utter silent acknowledgement had both parties adjudged strict discipline by their respective families as neither of them wish to communicate their thoughts to a side whose wishes was anything but theirs.

The restriction arrangement had separated a fused heart from one another, purposely splitting him from his other half. Not saying that it never was the main motive of the grown up's agenda.

A summon, or to say, a call was made to him.

It was a rather minacious call from someone who wished incognito upon themselves.

It wasn't even hard to guess as to whom would even make the call.

This matter had been made unknown to him who's grounded, but his parents arranged for him as in he and them a meeting in secret, keeping his beloved purposely in the dark.

He smiled in a rather sighing gesture.

As his fingers gently twiddled the silver ring still intact on his left hand, he unhurriedly shook his head in both directions.

What a true crafty and surreptitious move. Haha...

While indeed sneaky as it was, it was still something he dared not object to. Not due to the fear of their judgements or any sort of ‘retribution’ but rather was the fear of weighing him down.

To convince himself into believing that he's got nothing to lose was too late of a saying...such a shame.

Surely, they could run once, but not forever as such wishing wasn't even probable.

This decision might as well be his best and worst method and attempts to straighten the things between him and his significant other's household that wasn't very accepting.

Like the intervention of the hour and minute hand in a clock's face by the apex of midday and midnight.

Such a balance one would agape at seeing.

They met.

His beloved's family and he had met discreetly with each was opposing intents. To describe the developments also the rather tense and heated argument that day would rather leave a bad taste on his tongue.

Thus, simply said, the trenchant exchanges didn't go particularly well.

Not to say about the satire that jolted him regarding the pinch amount of instances it took for them before learning his reverse scale.

It was him, without a doubt.

He... just what sort of lover would have the gut regarding their cherished one once auspicious prospects being effortlessly overturned in mere secs?

As if he were the one holding the switch buttons, determining his fortune.

This never was a choice, it was the resolution. Either to leave him alone or to let him suffer by his side.

How could he even bear seeing him disowned by his own family, expelled from his alma mater, cut off his sole source of allowance and being thrown ridiculous contempt at?

Witnessing him losing everything that's once in his grasp, ones that will promptly slip from the palm of his hand because of him, his choice.

The immense grief it would bring him, he won't be able to handle that. Knowing him, he wouldn't have let him see him in that state.

He is... too kind, way too kind.

He would simply flash him his usual smile, assuring him that everything's fine countenance when it was anything but fine.

That simply added another reason not to do it.

Haha, even if he wouldn't blame him, he wouldn't be able to live with the haunting fact that he'd become the boulder that's holding back the smooth flow of his lover's life.

Never to place the blame on him or at least get mad for unintendedly jostling him down the tough road which was only by letting go of his easy life.

It wasn't possible.

Not with the conscience inhibiting him.

He's a man of conscience after all... a human of empathy also a realist. And the possibility of them separating ways had been on his mind at some point.

Although those used to only be thoughts, thoughts that should have remained thoughts... well, such thinking had now come to life by all chances.

No matter what, he can't just accept his path of destruction even if it cost the future of their relationship in return.

Well, what about all his hard work? What about all of his endurance all over those years?

His hands itched to dig out his eyeballs then bawl out those hazel eyes, wringing him dry of any tears.

Yet the ease from tearing up that comes after never befell. His tear glands were dry as barren as his spirit, subjected to any discharge.

Why was this... Ought to be the only way out?

Just...why?

Repulsion built up in his throat upon the hesitance he felt even a little when it came to terminating their relationship.

He can't help but agree that separating ways might be the fairest decision he could ever chose when it comes to him.

It had always been like this.

Unfailingly he without exception brought him down to his knees, like a grievous thorny path that pricked him, assisting in nothing but aggravating the wound in a supposed garden full of blooms.

Misery truly loves company and he...

He... could no longer drag him into this like an arrant toffee-nosed.

Indeed, the reality was harsher than fantasy. Standing up against the grown-ups was long improbable in his position.

The words spouted by them each conveyed hints of unrelenting truth beneath them. Like being visually slapped by reality check straight to the face.

Though, that might have been better than being thrown money at or showered with the drinks. That's what he had thought before but maybe those might have hurt a little lesser...

An impuissant little boy like him, what actual power could he wield?

He had nothing, no money, no reputation, no power whatsoever. It was but a piece of cake for them to stomp on him like an ant. His crumbling faiths upon the chances were withering away.

He hadn't wanted to do this, he didn't want this separation... but what could he refute in return?

Helplessness surged all over. He's no superhero in this tale, fixing everything like it's the back of his hand.

What even was he? Not a main character, nor was he entitled to flat pass as a side character, just another sad passing past in someone's story.

What a feat to be achieved. Perhaps something like, 'Background Achievement Unlocked~'

Haha, he can't help but honestly pity himself now...

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