The Boy Without A Name

Chapter Twenty-Six

Turquoise heart in a heartbreak stream,

tantalising teal eyes in an endless strife-scheme.

Imbued in this blue-green hue of my life's beam,

is this wish wistful that does beseem.

Like Sapphires in the Diamond-Sky that gleam,

to only shine brightly amidst an ocean of desire-deem.

Indigo dream, indigo dream,

veneered in my love-languish to this extreme.

I can see what it is like to think of the cobalt-cream,

of his touch do I think it to be a pipe dream.

Indigo coaxed cotton clouds of my heartbeat,

I might build this air castle as our hearts-heath.

To please my fancy of marine hued underneath,

the semblance of my sentient psyche that sheathes,

my indigo dreams, my only indigo dreams."

With a sigh, he scrawled the words across the parchment of paper, scribbling the letters with half a heart. Yearning, like a fascination fiesta for the foolishly irrational, hindered the lifestream from some lovesick, love-mused fools and Emmett, was, unfortunately, one of them. Strayed afar with a wandering mind, he longed to lament for the loss of his touch, caresses love-lit embedded in the symphony of his beats; he wished to foresee himself in his embrace, sheltered away in his hold-held high like the holy red-velvet lanterns of holy January, oathed in blooming jejunity of a new year, the warmth enveloping sentience and brought forth, only by him; the boy of his dreams.

Forlorn, bequeathed beneath this festive ire of his affectation, was this question hampering his rainbow dreams, echoing the only seams of why he couldn't see him, as he twitched, tickled and tackled his mind to recollect the shattered glass-like thoughts, he couldn't help but doze off, eyes half-open, dazed to the core as if he was done for, he thought before being startled by a voice.

"Emmett, can we talk?"

"Arthur?" Emmett called out, a bit confused.

"How are you holding up?" He was quick to ask as he entered into the room.

"I am doing well." Was all Emmett could say.

"Glad to hear that." He responded, but Emmett could see that he wanted to say something else.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" He questioned curiously after a while of staying silent.

"I have a confession to make, Emmett but before I commit something impulsively, I need to make sure that you are in the right state of mind." Arthur elaborated, eyes carefully gauging his reaction.

"I don't understand."

"Are you feeling well?"

"Yes, I am. Is something the matter?"

"Do you remember anything about yesternight's events?" Arthur couldn't help but ask finally from a befuddled Emmett.

"Well, I...I was told that I had a panic attack in the Lemon Lake, and he saved me." Emmett answered, subconsciously reflecting onto Thomas' words from today.

"Who had saved you?" Arthur asked with knowing eyes.

"No one. I might be overthinking things but I do have a question to ask you, Arthur." Emmett was quick to deflect, he couldn't exactly tell someone about him.