Past
Age 19
Sofi
A heavy blanket of sorrow draped over the room, palpable in the hushed whispers and tear-streaked faces. Each person carried their burden of grief, their hearts weighed down by the absence of their loved and lost. While everyone was mourning the death of the deceased, he stood there unaffected as if he hadn’t just lost his only best friend who was like a brother to him. All of a sudden heavy rain started pouring down on us, everyone started leaving the cemetery one by one, I waited for him holding the umbrella, but he stood there looking at his friend’s grave. The rain poured relentlessly soaking his clothes until they clung to him like a second skin. The fabric drenched and molded to every single curve of his body accentuating every contour, hinting at the strength and masculinity beneath making him look every bit of a man. I went near him rubbing his back to ease up the tension, he turned his head to meet my gaze. The amber of his eyes usually filled with carefree, warmth and affection, now reflected a storm of emotions as held back the tears. He leaned into the touch, a silent acknowledgment for the comfort, his muscles taunt under the fabric of his coat. “It’s okay to be sad, he was your friend” A single tear rolled down his cheek mixing with the rain. “He lied to me. He said we’ll always be partners in crime. He fucking lied to me. You know, He could’ve been with us if I had just been fast enough to save him.” I wish I could take all his sorrows, do something, anything to pull him out of his grief. " It's not your fault, you did what you could've." He didn't say anything after that holding his feelings hostage as if anyone could use them against him, I won't doubt it for a second, they could. “Promise me, you won’t leave me” his voice had so much pain and sadness that I couldn't stop myself from engulfing him in my arms, but If I wanted him safe then I had to leave him, they won't spare him this time. Taking in all the warmth and sense of belonging I could from him, I said the words that were nothing more than a false hope.
“I promise”. I swore to myself I would tell him everything under the right circumstances, and I’ll come back to him for us, I have to. I can’t leave him alone to wallow in his pain, he has already lost a lot, I won't let anything happen to him. “I promise, I’ll never leave you, even if you push me away, I’ll always come back to you.” We remained like that for a moment, enveloped in the quiet solace of our embrace, allowing the weight of unspoken words to hang heavy in the air around us. He might not like me after what I am about to do but he'll come around, he has to.
