hysteriaisms:
“You ever just want to get away sometimes?” Chan asked quietly, turning his attention away from rashmi and back towards the dark sky. He’d been feeling that way for quite some time now. The feeling of being trapped and wanting to escape. His career had gotten so out of hand lately that he was beginning to feel like he was losing control of his life. It felt like everyone was in control of his life except for him. It was frustrating.
It’d been that way for quite sometime, he had just been ignoring it. He’d been so focused on making everyone else happy, especially his fans, that it took him so long to realize that he himself wasn’t happy. And you can’t make people happy when you’re unhappy - right? He sighed and turned so that he could look at the other male, raising an eyebrow. “Are you happy?” The question in itself was simple, but the loaded connotation behind it was anything but.
That was a question that hit close to home. Way too close. A question that Rashmi always asked himself, but, was just too cowardly to answer Even though Chan didn't convey his own inner emotions, he could somewhat sense the discomfort. The restlessness of it all. It was a feeling he knew all too well! Being an empath did have its perks. Sensing others emotions was always easy.
❝ You ever just want to get away sometimes?❞
❝ Are you happy?❞
He kept repeating those inquiries to himself, looping them over and over in his own head. Damn. How could he answer this without sounding too pessimistic? His answers wouldn't exactly be joyful. Rashmi shifted uncomfortably in brief silence, hands folded on his lap. ❝I've been trying to get away for years. Trust me. My passport is worn out, I've been trying to get away for the longest time. Physically, and emotionally. As for your second question? No. No, I'm... Not happy. I haven't been happy in years. I’m so very unhappy. Now, I have a question for you. Why did you ask me that?❞
