Chapter 205 - 5.15 Real And Warm
Terra woke up with heaviness on his chest and stickiness on his eyes. Frowning, he rubbed them only to come into contact with wetness. He froze and abruptly, memories rushed back to him in waves. The fire alarm, the chaos outside and him thinking that he should jump out through the window if the fire reached his place. He was keeping an eye on the situation outside and was relieved when he didn’t find the signs of fire around the area. But then, it was as if he was hypnotized and without him realizing, he was already standing in the middle of the hallway. His spirit guide — Blackie — had gone somewhere else again. It had only started acting strange a few days ago, on the days where he accidentally overheard — no, he was definitely not eavesdropping — the doctors talking about two VIP sentinel patients that had been injured severely.
Terra hadn’t given it much thought. He only wanted to know what happened in the hospital so he could prepare himself accordingly.
It didn’t mean that he didn’t trust Doctor Wyatt though. The man was kind despite his permanent scowl, and his accommodating presence had started to make Terra treat this place as a safe haven, but it all completely changed last night when Blackie returned with... a man engulfed in flame?
Alarm bells rang inside his mind. He knew he should hide because the man was anything but dangerous but his feet were nailed to the ground, frozen still. He could only stare as the man stepped closer, his presence so bright and blinding amidst the darkness that Terra’s eyes teared up the longer he looked. His eyes drank in the man’s steady steps; the fire that vanished from his body, revealing a feature so handsome and sharp that it knocked the breath out of Terra’s lungs. It wasn’t the first time he had seen attractive men, but it was never this... intense before. His breath was caught in his throat and Terra didn’t even realize he had stopped breathing until the man arrived in front of him.
His tall stature towered over Terra and Terra was instantly drawn to his silver eyes, so sad yet delighted at the same time, as if the man hadn’t seen a sight as lovely as him. Terra found himself wishing he could move and do something other than stare. He wanted to touch the man’s cheek and confirmed he was real; he wanted to wipe the sadness away from those eyes.
But he did neither; instead, he burst into tears.
Terra had never cried this hard before, not when he killed his mother’s boyfriend for the first time, not when he was so weak to hunt for food and could only curl under the shade of tree and hug his cramping stomach, and certainly not when he was brought to this place where he could get three meals a day and a roof above his head. He cried, as if pouring out his grievance all those years, as if the bottled feelings inside him could finally find a place to lay, to be cradled and guarded.
He held onto the man, as if he had been waiting all his life.
As if the bitterness he had gone through was so that he could finally meet him.