Singing Snowberg
Chapter Three
Hide-and-seek <8>
Chros©
“Cyano, tell me what’s going on, why are you crying? No no I’m real. Touch me, I’m here, I’m always with you, like you just said, you’re the most precious for me.”
That snowberg is real, but its magic is confusing my judgement. Everything I’ve experienced should be real, no matter dream, reality, or movie, even other ones’ stories. We walk around the lake, he plays the skimming stone. I’m sad because this lake will be sealed in the coming winter.
It’s almost 3 o’clock when we got back to the bus station, we shared a sandwich and a maize roll and set foot again. Next time we would rent bikes. We took more breaks on the way back, the sun has set for an hour when we finally got back to the canteen room.
“How’s today? Sunshine?” “I need a good break, talk to you later.” Lucy kindly made two more maize rolls for us, I’m square full this time.
“We have to save it.” I light up the cigarette when he’s messaging my sour legs. When his mouth touches the cigarette I retract and say, “oh I told you we have to save it, haha.” He grabs my both hands, “you’re doomed tonight.” The smoke starts fermenting in our futile brains, the oranges scattered all over.
“You should be careful, my love, you’re pinching my arms, just pinch your oranges, haha....” It seems I touched a nerve, he puts me down, my arms are locked. “You’re hurting me, Salix.” “What did you just say?” “Hur... hurt me.” “Before this.” Why does he looked so seriously, “pinch your oranges, hehe....” I don’t feel sober. “You said my love. I’m your love?” Of course, how could you don’t know that? I blow away a little orange, “oranges, I love them, do you?” I know he’s still looking at me, but why am I smelling something humid? Is it the sweat? Hum... we should get a shower. But it’s his upcoming tears, fall to my chest. What’s this about? We walked a whole day to cheer him up, I failed? He failed? We failed? If I could I want to cry for him. Lovely Salix, it’s okay if they refuse to go, everybody has his pains and unforgettable past memories, just accept that like myself doing it so well. We saw them happen and the things we could never do are all behind us, there’s no way to save them, since they became the past that that’s how they should be and indestructible. We’re wasting new tears on the old past.
All of the orange bubbles burst into nothing, now I feel his sadness. He doesn’t want to talk about it, even now, but why? “Come Salix let’s take a bath.”
In the bathtub, it’s my turn to massage him. Look at his sad eyes, its grey is no longer clear instead a veil of impenetrable mist. “You really don’t want to talk about it?” His eyes are getting ever sleepier, no this isn’t right, I find my courage and take a deep deep breath, “I love you and I mean it.” Never imagine he could be this slow at my attitude, as if I never said it... yes I never said it but I said it and showed him a hundred times. Now he’s kicked on and can’t help stop smiling. A man in this sort of ecstasy is the first time in my short life I’ve ever seen.
“Are you nuts?” “Fuck off, you’re nuts.” He treats me like a squashy potato, hitting me softly in the splashes. “What took you so long to say it?” Salix you idiot, why do I have to say it out loud? “Because it’s too precious to say it all the time, I mean it anyway.” Did I said something too sweet? I think so, my heart is melting, warm current flowing everywhere.
You knew what we’ve done on this Sunday: a whole morning under the artificial sunlight, except the time I took the breakfast from the canteen room. The rest of the day is filled with activities, nah, you can say we did nothing at all. Several Gobang games until all of the papers were full. The player helped a lot, we never knew just music itself could fill our vacuous time among the two-men loneliness and few careless chitchats and of course, physical activities.
That second floor boy likes first floor very much, he told me he loves people, I think he’s been in the madhouse for too long, soon or later he’ll get bored. Anyway I’ve found very interesting people, and I haven’t forgot my mission: find the missing Alice. Oh yes I’m a detective and a spy, the life is boring, why don’t we live it up and splash!
I think Miguel let Lazy out intentionally, this cat jumps to my cart as I’m looking for a patient. Yes, I’m looking for a potential prey. “Cyano, room 008!” Oh the purple puddle.
网友评论