ohmiya drabbles pt 1 of 3
Neither one can really remember what the fight was about, only that it was very heated with raised voices and words that were never meant to be said. Someone had snapped, a single sentence that could ruin everything, and the tiny room fell silent.
They didn't move, only stared at their feet or pinched their eyes shut to try and make time go back only a few seconds. The only movement was the younger of the two, walking past the other to get away.
He tries to catch him, gently grabbing his wrist, but only succeeds in more shouts and the younger ripping away from him, finally bursting into angry tears. The younger storms out of the door and into the night, leaving the other standing in the heavy atmosphere that was once both of their lighthearted home.
Out on the rain dampened street, the younger walked in the night, just walking without a direction or plan. He huddled into his loose sweater, sniffing and rubbing his eyes and face with his sleeves before crossing his arms across his chest once again. It wasn’t long before he heard hard thumps of someone trotting behind him, trying to catch up. A gentle hand softly grabbed the younger man’s upper arm and successfully stopping him. The younger was turned around, face to face with the older man, but he shut his eyes and hung his head, waiting for those far too familiar words. Instead, he felt a velvet thumb brush his tears away, a warm press of lips against his forehead and a whispered apology that held all the promises he had longed to hear.
short story 2 HERE
They didn't move, only stared at their feet or pinched their eyes shut to try and make time go back only a few seconds. The only movement was the younger of the two, walking past the other to get away.
He tries to catch him, gently grabbing his wrist, but only succeeds in more shouts and the younger ripping away from him, finally bursting into angry tears. The younger storms out of the door and into the night, leaving the other standing in the heavy atmosphere that was once both of their lighthearted home.
Out on the rain dampened street, the younger walked in the night, just walking without a direction or plan. He huddled into his loose sweater, sniffing and rubbing his eyes and face with his sleeves before crossing his arms across his chest once again. It wasn’t long before he heard hard thumps of someone trotting behind him, trying to catch up. A gentle hand softly grabbed the younger man’s upper arm and successfully stopping him. The younger was turned around, face to face with the older man, but he shut his eyes and hung his head, waiting for those far too familiar words. Instead, he felt a velvet thumb brush his tears away, a warm press of lips against his forehead and a whispered apology that held all the promises he had longed to hear.
short story 2 HERE