The sun was blaring; a little boy was beneath a tall tree holding a baseball and a bat. He was frowning; he doesn’t know what to do. His mother was in love with a man that is not his father, it seems like his mother give him less attention now. Hearing someone giggle he grew curious and turned his head, he found a girl with a golden hair like him sitting on the swing that was pushed by a man who seemed to be her father. A small smile was formed on his face; the girl has a rosy cheek and an adorable smile. He wanted to say hi and made her his friend, but it’s kind of impossible to catch her attention.
Turning his head back, he saw one of his friends approaching him “Zeno! Zeno!” an albino boy shouted in the age of eight. His name is Janden he was a best friend of the little blonde boy named Zeno
“Hey Jan” he said suppressing a smile.
The other boy frowned knowing there is something up “Are you okay, Zeno?” he asked timidly.
He huffed and said: “No! Mom’s having a boyfriend and she’s starting to forget about me” a pout was put on his face as he said that to his friend.
Janden picked up the bat and smiled “Come on! Forget about that and let’s play baseball with Dominic and Benoit”
The blonde boy shook his head stubbornly and crossed his arms “But…” he glanced on the swing and found no one anymore, the blonde girl was gone already; he sighed because of that. He didn’t got her name, he take a moment to think and smiled I’m going to call her Tink…like the fairy in Peter Pan he thought to himself and was interrupted by Janden.
“Uh…Zeno are you still there?” the curious albino asked.
“Tink!” he exclaimed and turned pink “N-no I meant Jan! Let’s go” he stood up from the ground and dragged his best friend going to the baseball field, trying to forget about Tink and his mother for a while.

The sun was blaring; a little boy was beneath a tall tree holding a baseball and a bat. He was frowning; he doesn’t know what to do. His mother was in love with a man that is not his father, it seems like his mother give him less attention now. Hearing someone giggle he grew curious and turned his head, he found a girl with a golden hair like him sitting on the swing that was pushed by a man who seemed to be her father. A small smile was formed on his face; the girl has a rosy cheek and an adorable smile. He wanted to say hi and made her his friend, but it’s kind of impossible to catch her attention.

Turning his head back, he saw one of his friends approaching him “Zeno! Zeno!” an albino boy shouted in the age of eight. His name is Janden he was a best friend of the little blonde boy named Zeno

“Hey Jan” he said suppressing a smile.

The other boy frowned knowing there is something up “Are you okay, Zeno?” he asked timidly.

He huffed and said: “No! Mom’s having a boyfriend and she’s starting to forget about me” a pout was put on his face as he said that to his friend.

Janden picked up the bat and smiled “Come on! Forget about that and let’s play baseball with Dominic and Benoit”

The blonde boy shook his head stubbornly and crossed his arms “But…” he glanced on the swing and found no one anymore, the blonde girl was gone already; he sighed because of that. He didn’t got her name, he take a moment to think and smiled I’m going to call her Tink…like the fairy in Peter Pan he thought to himself and was interrupted by Janden.

“Uh…Zeno are you still there?” the curious albino asked.

“Tink!” he exclaimed and turned pink “N-no I meant Jan! Let’s go” he stood up from the ground and dragged his best friend going to the baseball field, trying to forget about Tink and his mother for a while.

posted 2 years ago

Emptiness

Zeno’s eyes fluttered open; he saw nothing, but darkness. He moved around his bed and sighed as a miserable thought travelled across his mind. Why do he keep waking up in the middle of the night and have those thoughts—he really hated it, he just wished that it will stop; that he’ll just sleep peacefully at night.

 

Sitting up, he looked around and realized that he was in his room, in Mesi; foolish of him he thought that he was still in that Hotel room waiting for the continuation of the party to come. It felt like he was far away from Anabel and everyone else. Anabel, oh how he missed her so much…her laugh echoes inside his mind—it made him happy and sad at the same time. All he wanted to do is hug her, to make her feel safe in his arms. That’s all that he wanted.

 

‘But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee’

 

Zeno closed his eyes as those words keep repeating in his mind; he can hear the voice of Julian whispering that phrase to him. His heart ached, slashed by a sword, hit by an arrow. And it bled in endless sorrow. He wanted to scream to make the pain go away, but he can’t there’s no voice that can get out; he can’t even utter a single word. He tried to open his mouth and speak, silence—it was silent. The silence worsened the pain, ‘Zeno…’ he heard his girlfriend whisper. He was hearing things, and he doesn’t like it.

 

Remembering the way she smiled, his heart bled even more, he hold his bare chest, maybe it would stop the aching. No, it did not…his heart beat fast, like it can break his rib cage. He had no more choice, but just to leave it be. He gathered his blanket onto him and he curled up on his bed. He open his ears and let the Annabel Lee poem repeat inside his mind, it repeated and repeated; everything is turning black again, but not calm, he can still feel the ache, the sorrow lingering around him.

 

He finally found his words and said: “For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams, of the beautiful Annabel Lee” he felt emptiness, emptiness before he drifted back to sleep again.


Father? Who is that?

The feeling that you are very tired and you just want to give up, but you needed to stand up and fight. You just want to fall down and hope that someone won’t catch you…Zeno is feeling that way, he wanted to crash down and break into pieces, but he needed to be strong. He’s that perfect son of Mr. Kingston that doesn’t want everybody to see that he is falling apart. Tsk, if they only knew the truth. Derrick covered up as his dad, everyone that knew Zeno thought that his real father was him. Wow, another lie, it’s very weird that sometimes he’s thankful at him for doing it and sometimes he despised him for doing it just to cover for the little son of his fiancée, now called his wife.

“Ah!” he shouted aggressively, with the sound of frustration. He shook his head, his blond hair flying in the air; he just really wanted to shove the thought away because the thought gave him pain. He ran around the field carrying a football, he was simply protecting it from his opponents. Oh how he wished that his real father would carry him that way just to protect him, but he did not; another man carried Zeno and took care of him, a man that doesn’t even have any biological connections with him.

When someone had tackled him, he almost fell down, did he? No he did not, he immediately regained his balance. When he finally did, he continued to run away from the other football players that are chasing him because of the ball, when he saw the goal post, he stopped on his tracks and threw the ball with force. His heart skipped a beat; everything seemed so slow, he focused on the ball and prayed that it will go through the post. He was actually surprised when the crowd became crazy, they shouted, they cheered and Zeno felt strong arms lifting him up. They have won and there he was just too stunned to even raise his hand or shout “We won!”

They have won because of him, but not one good feeling struck onto Zeno. He should be proud of himself, but it seemed pointless to be if his real father is not. It’s what he felt, but he doesn’t really know what Zeus thought of him yet. When his feet touched the grassy field he headed to the locker room. Inside the locker room, there he saw his step-father Derrick approaching him with open arms. Zeno felt his hug, and he gave him a hug back…at least there was Derrick to stand as his real father and was proud of his achievements.


Throbbing Heart and Mind || Closed Para

Cold sweat drip down his skin, he shivered and gathered his blankets into his body. He tightens his grip into the sheets, as pain struck his nerves. Feeling the sweat come across the cut that he has, he bites his lower lip; it only worsen the pain.

He can’t help but to open his eyes, the pain is hunting him down; he rolls his eyes and adjusts his vision into the dim light. Remembering, what happened to him makes him bewilder. It’s still stuck in that brain of his not to hit girls, no matter what; a gentleman manner of his that can lead him to defeat. That’s the thing that perplexes his mind. To hurt girls physically because of self-defense or just let your guard down for their own safety. He can’t do both or else where there are possibilities that he can.

Thinking of it makes his head throb, it’s better for him to not addend the pain that he is having right now. As he massages his temples, a blissful thought come across his mind. He smiles slightly, attempting not to hurt his face. He fails his smile got wide; he doesn’t care how much his face will hurt because of smiling, and who wouldn’t smile when you remember your girlfriend?

He stands up from his bed, knowing that he can’t sleep anymore. He walks going to the window to look at the star; how he wish that the throbbing on his heart and mind will stop. As time slip by he came to think about how his relationship with Anabel turned out. He really thought sending that text message accidentally will worsen it, but he was wrong. At least one good thing happened to him and that is having Anabel.

posted 2 years ago