This is a fragment of a SUNTAN one-shot iām working on and just to let you all know, this isnāt a love story.
Kel frowned, clenched his fist so hard he felt his nails dig into his skin.
āThat hurts so fucking muchā¦ā
Sunnyās eyes softly opened up a bit in suprise, Kel barely swore, he was suprisingly respectful when it came to it, but this just was a evidence of how much this actually touched him.
āI hate the fact that they want me to be like Heroā¦. The fact that the son that i am, itās not the one that they want, and it hurts, you know? It really doesā¦ā
He stood there in silence, his expression, his face, the same face that was showing a happy smile minutes ago now looked devastated and empty even, then he blinked a couple of times, realizing that maybe he said a bit too much.
āU-Uh- Ehemā¦ s-sorry i justā¦ got carried away, i shouldnāt have bored you to death with thisā¦ stuff-ā
āN-No- i-itāsā¦ itās okay.ā
Said the shy boy, Kelās eyes once again locked onto his, suprised. Sunny took his right hand off his hoodie, softly scratched the back of his neck, it wasnāt itching it was more like a anxious move.
āIā¦ i get what you meanā¦ā
His eyes drifted a bit through memories until they locked on his again.
āMari used to be really strict when it came to the violinā¦ s-she always insisted on how perfect this had to beā¦ and iā¦ i just couldnāt keep up, until one dayā¦ i snappedā
He frowned, ashamed and regretful, the scratches on the back of his neck stopped abruptly, as his hand softly began to drift down to his own neck, Kelās eyebrows raised softly in suprise. Sunny didnāt seem to be the type of boy who would lose it so easily, so it had to be rough.
āEarly in the morning, during the last practice before the recitalā¦ i couldnāt take it anymore, i said i would never be perfect, and ran offā¦ i was about to throw the violin down the stairs out of pure rage and flustration butā¦ then she realizedā¦ she pushed me too hardā¦ the pressureā¦ everything she had put on meā¦ it wasnāt rightā¦ she hugged me, i cried a lotā¦ and she cried with meā¦ begging for me to forgive her.ā
His expression, didnāt show sadness, no, for some reason it felt like a happy memory, a memory of one of the most precious and intimate moments of his personal life.
A little smile appeared on his face, as they finally looked at each other in the eye.
āThen she let me know how wrong she wasā¦ that she should have never asked me to be perfect becauseā¦ i already wasā¦ and that i will always be perfect for herā¦ and for everyone elseā¦ by just being meā¦ you, you shouldnāt listen to themā¦ youāre perfect the way you areā¦ and if youāre not enough for your parents thenā¦ w-who cares!ā¦ youāre good enough for all of usā¦ā
He looked aside, and in a small whisper, begging to not be heard said.
āYouāre good enough for me.ā
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