Myths Of Soul

1.Night changes

27th floor. The rooftop. Night falling apart. Cold, smoothing wind blowing... It was supposed to make your mind at ease. But tonight? It feels too cold...
So cold like someone is stabbing a knife in the heart.

Naravit closes his eyes for the one last try. One last hope...one last attempt. What if the wind really calms the flames inside him....capturing the whole heart.. Making so hard to breath.. What if.. This time.. The wind really works?!

But no.. The wind keeps blowing. Passing through him.. Leaving him with just his messed up mind. Burning heart.
He opens his eyes. Sparkling, hands shaking. He forced a smile to himself. Saying "Happy journey to myself! "
Naravit closes his eyes again..breathing unsteady.

" WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!!! "
Someone shouted, worried, voice shaking.
" Back off right now.. I dont know what is so wrong but.. This cant be the only solution. Please back off!!"
Naravit turns to face the figure in front of him.
" calm down okey? Everything has solution. "
That figure coming closer. Naravit froze.. Stunned by seeing the worried face.. Worried for him..someone completely stranger. Naravit looks directly in the eyes.. Asking lot of untold questions..expressing so many untold emotions. Hands shaking, uneven breaths. That figure approaching him slowly with assuring comfort in the eyes.

Young, tiny waist, elegant, soft eyes, simple and.. Simply attractive. Eyes sparkling in the dim light of the night. Hairs playing with the rhythm of the wind.. Soft.. So soft. Eyes looking directly in naravits eyes.. Which were already looking at the same direction.. With the same depth.
" calm down please? "
Naravit finally come down from the edge of the rooftop.
That fine figure sighs.. A heavy one, stroking his hair.
Naravit looking down. He no longer can look up.
" Man can be weak sometimes.. And its totally fine.. Let go off your tears "
Thats all it took.. This little comforting assurance.. Naravit couldn't hold back anymore.. Tears made their way down to his cheeks. He doesn't even anything

That tiny, elegant figure hugs him immediately. Not to comfort him.. To make him understand that.. It was fine to let go. It was fine to stop thinking about the cruel world. Naravit melts.
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Author : 😅so it is my first time writing ff like this. Show some marcy 😅😅 and do let me know if you like it or not.. And do let me know if i need to improve anything
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