Sweet & Sour | ManXMan

●Autodidact

~Emerald~

autodidact /●n. a self-taught person

Life had taught me that expectations lead to disappointments.

But I was an autodidact in learning that listening to your turncoat heart is even more dangerous to your emotional health.

I wish I hadn't put my job and my reputation at stake, just like that. Just for him. He was nobody.

Yet the feeling of not pursuing what my heart wanted, made me feel like I was betraying myself.

~Kaylen~

"Daddy," I whispered into the phone.

"Hey, baby," he whispered back, speaking each word softly and with so much care and love.

"I can't--"

"Shh. Just put the phone on speaker and pull up the sheets," he said.

I smiled despite the gloomy state of mind I was in and did as he told. Putting the phone on speaker and keeping it on half-an-arm's length from my pillow, I pulled the blanket over myself and closed my eyes, just as my dad's sweet voice entered my ears.

"Lullaby, and good night, in the skies stars are bright.
May the moon's silvery beams bring you sweet dreams.
Close your eyes now and rest, may these hours be blessed.
'Til the sky's bright with dawn, when you wake with a yawn.

Lullaby, and good night, you are daddy's delight.
I'll protect you from harm, and you'll wake in my arms.

Sleepyhead, close your eyes, for I'm right beside you.
Guardian angels are near, so sleep without fear.
Lullaby, and good night, with roses bedight.
Lilies o'er head, lay thee down in thy bed.

Lullaby, and good night, you are daddy's delight.
I'll protect you from harm, and you'll wake in my arms.

Lullaby, and sleep tight, my darling sleeping.
On sheets white as cream, with a head full of dreams.
Sleepyhead, close your eyes, I'm right beside you.
Lay thee down now and rest, may your slumber be blessed.

Go to sleep, little one, think of puppies and kittens.
Go to sleep, little one, think of butterflies in spring.
Go to sleep, little one, think of sunny bright mornings.
Hush, darling one, sleep through the night,
Sleep through the night,
Sleep through the night."

Halfway through the third time he sung, my tears were dried and I was out like a little child.

~

"He's hot," I heard someone whisper from behind me as I sat in the class, next to my friend, Stella.

"He really is," said Stella, whispering so only I could hear and then finally looked up from my book to the man in front.

Mr. Blake.

He was so gay. And hot.

He literally came on to me, throwing his lips over mine, as if begging me to take him right there and then. If he hadn't pushed me away, I think I would've done just that.