David Chwe's Pov: "What's he thinking about? He is hardly breathing!" Words floated in my head, caging my thoughts with poison that was hidden in their flames. Some words chose to hide themselves in the chambers of my throat— so spiky and noxious, I was disadvantaged from voicing my concerns out. His eyes once gleaming with happiness were now pale; no emotion was colouring itself on his features. For some obscure reason, I found the importance to ask myself if I had done something he did not find friendly. He suddenly wore a face that I feared— a face that was dreadfully cold for my heart to accept. It made utters scatter away in my head, leaving my lips with nothing to puff. I tried to make noises just to catch his attention, but alas! I failed immensely. Somehow, I didn't want to stand the coldness in his gaze because it encouraged my veins to be enslaved by shivers that extinguished the life of all the confidence I had mastered just to use in his presence. I quietly watched as
[My Heart Shakes]—"David? David, are you okay?" An anxious Travis, whose hands were trembling, whispered a query that nervously flew out of his dry lips. His voice was cracking up with emotions while his tear-filled eyes witnessed David's body convulse on his lap. His heart was palpitating in the bedchambers of his throat, urging him to release it from his system. Heavy with despair— his heart yearned him to release a quivering, silent cry that pierced into David's ears— hustling him from his tragic world. "Hold on, I'm going to get help!" Instantly when David had stopped shaking, Travis informed him, hurriedly getting up from the floor. "N-n-o!" David suddenly spoke in a breaking voice, his trembling fingers clasping onto Travis's leg. His eyes were still shut and he was breathing heavily."Don't…I'm…fine!" David fished out the rest of the words, this time helping himself up. Travis instantly crouched down to be on the same level as he was and carefully helped him stand up. Da
"I WILL BE YOUR FRIEND! YES, I WILL BE YOUR TUTOR, TRAVIS PARK!" A suddenly jumpy David breathed and expressed every syllable in his utters with loaded echoes of merriment. His tiny voice flared up and reverberated across the spacious, untidy room, making all the walls vibrate unto the waves of joy. His eyes were alluringly shimmering with sparkles of unconstrained contentment. "CONGRATULATIONS, MR PARK!" David spoke in a whisper, whilst his cheeks were beginning to bloom. A smile so bright and enchanting did not dare to leave his features— it stood firmly on his lips, filling Travis's system with warmness. Travis— His eyes were tightly shut as he resided on the most beautiful memory. His lips had curled into a shy yet cheeky smile that was slowly decorating the rest of his gleaming face. "He was happy!" Travis aired through his teeth while warmness was starting to burn his veins. He leaned his blooming cheeks on his sweaty palm and slowly opened his eyes to take yet another look
[Evil Summer!]—"Damn it! I'm late…they won't be thrilled— not at all!" A suddenly terrified Miho exclaimed under her breath immediately after she had thrown herself into a taxi. "It's all your fault, Sam!" Miho hissed through her gnashed teeth, shortly after the vehicle she was in began roaring away to her destined location. Her eyes had turned dark with pure aghast that travelled in every one of her veins, making it hard for her to breathe. Her tear-filled eyes dared not to miss a chance to look at the time on the blue screen of her phone that she had discouraged herself from switching off. She was suddenly a poor, shivering thing in the car, like a young bird missing its mother's wing. She began wishing that she shouldn't have come to meet with Sam— whatever it was, she wished she had stayed behind when her mother had asked her to. Her heart was palpitating loudly close to the chambers of her ears, distracting her from hearing any other sounds. "Please stop here!" Miho urged t
The World— A Cruel Place—Blurry vision— eyes soaked wet with tears; Travis locked his eyes on the two boys who were now shouting at him. Somewhere in the distance, Sam was smiling victoriously, taking videos and pictures of Travis as his body began to tremble. "Hey stop it!" Jaden and Daniel synchronously blurted, getting up from their seats. The two boys just stood there and laughed their eyes out, daring Travis and his friends to do something to them. A cacophony of murmurs began to fill the cafeteria — everyone was curious about what was to occur next, including Sam who was silently cackling evilly, unaware that he was also being watched. "No…there are so many of them! They are looking at me!" A trembling Travis said to himself swiftly after his eyes had scanned the room. His own breath was strangling itself from his system— his lips instantly turned pale blue as he took tard steps away. "Travis!" Someone called and he couldn't make out who. His vision had suddenly become blu
"Almost done! Just a little touch-up!" A focused Travis hissed as his slim fingers made shades of lines on a portrait he had been drawing. He carefully made a four with his legs that were nervously trembling as he traced his pencil on the portrait— afraid that he'd make a mistake. He stopped for a brief moment and went on to take a sip of orange juice. "And-d-d…done!" He expressed happily while exhaling deep breaths of relief. His eyes that were glowing with glee averted themselves from the portrait, towards a void of blackness that was decorated by birthstone-blue stars in the shapes of pentagrams. He admiringly stared at the breathtaking stars that were twinkling at him like little pulses of light. All stars were victoriously flashing and flickering like bejewelled grains of sand, allowed to sparkle in silence. Sensing as relief trailed down in the deepest parts of his system, Travis released a loud, sonorous sigh that for some reason made him throw out peals of giggles. His eye
"I don't know…he sounded like he was in distress!" An anxious Travis who was eating off his fingernails while he swung back and forth on the rocking chair, hissed with uncertainty under his breath. His eyes were sadly, yet carefully looking at the blue screen of his phone that had published David's contact details in bold letters. He was nervously whispering inaudible words while breathing heavily with eagerness that had stuffed itself in the chambers of his lungs. At this point, his heart had skipped multiple beats whilst he was squabbling with his heart, trying to reach a preferred conclusion, whether or not he should call David. His merciless brain could not help but once again, play all the unwelcoming, poisonous feelings that had punctured in the depths of his soul, last night when he had called David. Despair and curiosity have already embraced his system— instead of being thrilled, he is worried that he might have done something wrong. There was something in David's voice th
"Hey, are you okay?" Travis investigated David, a second the car had screeched to a halt. He looked apprehensively at him and with just a nod, David replied without much enthusiasm. "Hurry up! They're about to close!" Clasping Travis's hand, Arthur hissed while pulling with him to the entrance of the theatre building. David slowly walked behind them, whilst he sadly watched their closeness. His heart broke a little more, he felt like walking away— far from where his eyes couldn't witness the two become close. Getting inside the theatre, the three instantly found vacant seats and suddenly when David's heart was starting to calm down, Jiyeon appeared from nowhere and abruptly placed her hands around Travis's arm, while looking directly into his eyes. "What…? Why isn't he reacting?" David hissed silently while frowning at Arthur beside him who didn't move an inch when Jiyeon was becoming too close to Travis. "Or was I wrong? They're not…dating?" He calculated once again. "I have some