꧁༺ 𝓙𝓮 𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮 ༻꧂
Tp: Hey Daniel, if one day someone asks you to give me something, what would you say?
Caught off guard, he dropped the small wooden spatula, which made a high-pitched sound on the stone floor. ❝"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥,"❞ he thought. But he kept that thought to himself.
Daniel: Give you something? Pff.
He rolled his eyes while picking up the spatula and cleaning it, leaving his friend with a sad smile.
Tp: Oh, I see...
Although he didn't say anything, he noticed Tp's sad expression, trying to hide her true thoughts. Wanting to make amends, he decided to speak while sprinkling the substance with a few grains of a particular flower.
Daniel: But I'd be willing to give ❝"𝐋𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣'𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣'𝐚𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭é𝐞𝐬"❞
He didn't take his eyes off the cauldron, but he could sense a slight smile forming on Tp's lips, a smile he liked so much.
The mixture he continued to stir had a kind of hypnotic effect, allowing his mind to drift off, but he couldn't help it. He let his mind wander into memories...
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It's not something trivial for Daniel Page to feel down some days, and his low moods are often linked to potions he couldn't brew correctly. Everyone knows that when he's in that state, it's quite difficult to feel good around him.
Indeed, he had a kind of aura that made it clear to anyone approaching him that something was wrong, which often left the boy alone, his mood affecting other students and making them gloomy.
But one student on whom this dark aura didn't rub off was... Tp.
And on that day, it was just one of those days, but even so, Tp was smiling at him and talking about various topics, and the boy was watching him, feeling his depressing thoughts slowly disappear.
❝"𝐉𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐮𝐱 𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐦ê𝐦𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐝é𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦é"❞
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Another time, they were both in the library, with very few students present due to the autumn vacation.
The two friends were sitting at a table made of dark wood, each engrossed in a different subject. A window allowed a ray of orange sunlight to gently warm them, and the only sound present was the rustling of pages. Daniel rested his head in his hand while the other held a pencil, jotting down some notes on parchment. As for Tp, both hands supported his head. It was such a sweet moment that nothing could disturb them.
Then suddenly, a small laugh was heard, and Daniel lifted his head to see his friend laughing.
Daniel: What's so funny?
The two started whispering.
Tp: Oh, nothing, just... something funny in the book, that's all.
If it had been anyone else, he might have playfully scolded them for laughing or made some onomatopoeia and comments about their reading. But compared to the others, he enjoyed these moments. He loved seeing the expressions of surprise, joy, or even anger on his friend's face. He found it amusing to see him so absorbed in a book, forgetting everything else around him. He couldn't help but smile.
❝"𝐄𝐭 𝐥'𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐭 𝐥'𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐭𝐫é𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐬"❞
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❝« 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐝é𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 »❞
Indeed, people's flaws are often considered as nuisances, yet sometimes, there are people who like them, considering them as something positive.
For instance, while some might consider Tp's shyness a flaw that prevents him from making new acquaintances, with this shyness, he managed to form strong bonds with him. Or even his clumsiness, which often causes him to bump into things or drop objects, or getting involved in dangerous situations.
Well... that's what he liked about him.
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What an unfortunate feeling it is to see the person you love, looking at someone else with eyes sparkling with love, especially someone else other than you...
For a few days, Tp had been looking at a boy with hair as blond as wheat, with a slim face and beautiful green eyes.
He glanced at the guy from the corner of his eye, his head resting in the palm of his hand, wishing his friend would look at him the way he looked at the other guy.
❝𝐎𝐧 𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐭 ❞ he thought before diverting his thoughts back to what the professor was teaching.
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Tp: Hello? Houston, we have a problem.
Tp waved her hand in front of the boy's eyes, who blinked rapidly, startled when he noticed his potion overflowing and leaving a violet foam on the table.
Tp: Ah! You're back! You were lost in thought!
Daniel: Yeah, lost...
Daniel sighed when he saw the mess flowing onto the floor. Without hesitation, he grabbed a cloth to clean it up and went to the sink, turning on the cold water. His eyes fixed on the water flowing, he didn't pay attention to the water rising and about to overflow.
Tp: Daniel!
He startled again when he saw the water level and, especially, at the sound of Tp's voice, quickly turning off the water.
Tp: Are you okay? You seem distant...
He squinted, knowing he couldn't lie to Tp, as she was too important to him. He placed his hands on the edge of the sink before surprising his friend with a laugh.
Daniel: Oh, Tp, I shouldn't have lied to you! Do you want to know the truth?
Tp didn't say anything, letting him speak without understanding what was happening.
Daniel: ❝𝐎𝐮𝐡 𝐣𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞, 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐱, 𝐜𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐬❞
He looked at his clumsiness and smiled.
Daniel: ❝𝐌𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝é𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐬 !❞
He turned around, looking directly into Tp's eyes, his dear friend who supported him even when he was down, the moments they spent reading in the library...
Daniel: ❝𝐌𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟é𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐉𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞…❞
He lowered his head to the floor, now avoiding Tp's gaze, embarrassed by revealing his true thoughts, but he couldn't go back now.
Daniel: ❝𝐉𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞…𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐱, 𝐜𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐬.❞
He didn't dare to look at him, his cheeks as red as his hair due to the confessions he had just made. After all, Tp had asked him what he would be willing to give, and he had honestly answered... because he loved him.
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number of words : 1287
Ooohh I love writing this! This was the first time I wrote with song lyrics! The music is Jean Jack Golman Je te donne, a song from the 80s! Hehe some 80s music sound cool