modernmugyo:
The silence after the other spoke was deafening to Yohan. In fact, it was so loud he wanted to cover his ears and huddle. Of course, he didn’t, but everything in him wanted to leave the other and his words about letting go of dreams. When you’re so invested in what is there when you close your eyes, you tend to not like the idea of losing them. That was a fear for Yohan. The thought of closing his eyes and not seeing her face was a pain in his chest that shot through his body. It told him to run. Instead, he pulled out a piece of his dried fruit treat, and he looked to the male. “I guess I’m never growing up,” Yohan said coolly, but he was defensive. He ate his snack and he sighed. “Some of us don’t do that,” he added.
he was someone that could take anything and everything to heart, and leave it there to rot. with youth slipping from his fingers, he had noticed-- all that he used to love was no longer something he cared for. studying, though a forced habit, was a pastime he had greatly enjoyed ( only when it was biology ). he likes to believe that dreams shall exist in the mind for as long as one shall live, and yet, he knows this not to be true. because just as fragile as the heart could be, so were dreams. “I think i’m growing up.” he says this mournfully, as though he had lost something important. and perhaps he did. thinking of home, he knows for certain he did. “I guess, yeah, that’s true. not growin’ up and all. peter pan shit.”
