Monochrome Stories

I open the door to my apartment. "I'm home." I announce. 

"Welcome home." A voice replies as I walk to the kitchen. I get there and see Cyan cooking. "How'd it go?" He asks. 

I hug him from behind and hold his hands. "It could've been better." I tell him. 

"Do you need it tonight?"

"Yeah..."

We both head to his room and I lie down on the bed. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asks.

I take my shirt off and pull him in for a kiss. He returns it, and the next thing I know, we were doing it again. 

This has been a thing we've been doing for a while now. It started when Cyan's brother passed away. We met at the funeral, and I saw him sitting alone. Everyone just passed him, and it was like he didn't exist, so I sat down next to him. We talked for a bit, and the next thing I know, we were kissing in his room. At first it was weird, but once we did it over and over again, it became normal. We would call each other up whenever one of us felt sad, then used each other to feel better. We were both just looking for somebody to confide in. Sure, it was odd doing it with a guy, but I don't know. It seemed normal when we were actually doing it. 

I wanted to apologize to him for so long, but that wish faded quickly... Until I learned about this school. Cyan told me he was gonna enroll in an arts school to study photography, and he invited me to come with him. At first, I didn't want to, but it's not like I had a plan anyway, so I agreed.

We enrolled late since Cyan still had some jobs he needed to finish, but when we finally did, I heard some of the students talk about a delinquent at the school. I didn't wanna get my hopes, but I guess there was just that part of me that wished it was him. And I was right. During my first day, I saw him sitting alone at a seat by the window. He looked the same as ever. 

I approached him first, and he looked like he saw a ghost. He stood up and was ready to leave, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. He punched me right after that. His face was full of anger that day, and I could understand why. Anybody would be angry if their best friend didn't believe them, but anyone would be angry if their best friend just left without a word too... So I punched him back. 

We traded punches over and over. We were both covered with bruises and blood, but we still didn't stop. We probably would've killed if each other if his friend didn't stop us. After that day, I thought I would never have another chance to approach him. Whenever I'd come near him, he'd run away. I tried to wait for him during lunch, but he comes back a few minutes after the bell rings. I even tried at the gate during dismissal time, but it was either he went home too early, too late, or he found another way to get out. There was no way I could talk to him.

Cyan comes out of the shower and hands me a bottle of cold water. "What happened?" He asks. 

I sit up and take a sip of the water. "I talked to him." I reply. 

He puts on his clothes and sits down beside my knees. "Isn't that good?"

I hug my knees tight. "He told me he didn't want anything to do with me anymore." I reply. I could feel the tears burst out of my eyes any second. 

He places his hand gently on my head. "Take a shower. I'll take you to your room right after."

"Fine, but you still have to take a shower."

"Okay." I say as I stand up and grab a towel from Cyan's cabinet. 

I enter the bathroom and close the door. I step into the shower and turn it on, then I hear a knock on the door. 

"Your clothes are in front of the door. I'm just gonna go out a bit for a smoke." Cyan says. 

"Sure." I reply. "Thanks."

Mending broken friendships are harder than trying to fix broken relationships. In relationships, it's always the same. You just appeal to the other person and that's it. But in friendships, you feel betrayed. It's never easy to forget that feeling. It fills your heart with negative emotions. It makes you want to get even with the person you hate.. But sometimes, betrayal isn't the worst feeling. In friendships, it's normal to fight, but it's harder when it's your fault. You can feel the guilt suffocating your soul. Trapping you in an endless cycle of the same emotions over and over and over again. Anybody would go crazy trying to find a way to get rid of that guilt. 

If only he would forgive me. I wanna start all over again, even if it means forgetting the moments we've already had before. I'm willing to do anything, anything, just for him to forgive me. 

I get out of the bathroom and put on some clothes from Cyan's closet. They're a little big, but it's just for tonight anyway. 

The door opens and Cyan enters the room. I could smell the cigarettes from here, but I've grown used to it. 

"Wait!" I exclaim. He looks at me and sits down on the bed. "Don't go. Please just stay here." I beg him. 

He sighs and scratches the back of his head. "Fine, but I'm already tired, so don't expect us to do anything else." He says as he lies down next to me. "You'll feel better tomorrow. Don't worry. And I'm sure you'll still have the chance to talk to him at school since you're both classmates anyway."

"I hope so..."

"By the way..." He adds. "I'll be gone for a few weeks. Father wants to take me on a business trip to Hawaii. He says it's imperative that I come. I'll be leaving right after school on Monday so you don't have to wait for me."

"Sure. You gonna take a key with you?"

"Yeah. I don't want you waking up when I arrive."

"Okay then. Good night."

"Good night." He replies as he turns of the lamp. 

Let's hope tomorrow will be a better day.