𝗜𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗔𝗳𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘀 | 𝐁𝗼𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲/𝗥𝗙𝗞

XV: "Love and Peace" [18+]

Bobby was left behind to his own demise. His lack of reaction to the whole situation didn't sit right with everybody else. And why the face out of all the places? He stared into the sea horizon, his striking blue eyes wide opened, he stepped closer to the waves.

Once he was soaked in the blue, his feet were fused to the ground like he had a sea anchor tied around his ankle, he was oddly confident. Then saltwater rose around his torso, bringing his ephemeral determination to reach the brink of the ocean to its end. His weight was consumed by the coarse water, he was swooped off his limbs and slowly drifted away from the bay.

"He definitely did it out of spite," Jean said, pacing around the living room mindlessly. "What? No, he did not," Evelyn replied defensively as she held an ice pack to her nose, stifling a sneeze. "I mean, it did seem like he did it intentionally but I don't know." Ted plopped on a couch, sitting closely to Evelyn. "It's stopped, anyway. Nothing to worry about." Evelyn put aside the ice, wiping the spot underneath her nose.

A low creaking noise could be heard coming from the entrance, the three darted their visions to the door. Momentarily later, a man saturated with water through his clothes and hair stepped into the house. Liquid dripping from the edges of his shorts, creating a spot around him. His feet coated with sand, visage turning pale than his usual tan, he's been through an unknown catastrophe. Something had happened, something that's something, everybody could see it. The skin around his neck creased as he turned his attention to the French girl who's been calling his name.

Snap, snapping. Evelyn snapped her fingers in front of Bobby's face. One would say he'd been spellbound by a water creature, but a doctor would say he's gradually drifting toward insanity. His somewhat blondish hair cascaded above his brows, water still streaming on his forehead and down to his throat.

"Are you alright?" Evelyn reached for the man's face, she gently placed her palm on his cheek. Feeling the slight warmth on it, she furrowed her brows, and replaced it onto his forehead. "You're catching a fever." Evelyn backed away, she glanced at Jean, asking for her input. But all Jean gave was a shrug.

"Come on, let's clean you up." Evelyn turned around, heading to the stairs, but Bobby stood at the doorway, not moving an inch. Not a single muscle was moving inside his body. "Bobby?" The girl returned to the man. She gripped onto his wrist and forced him to walk forward.

They eventually made it to his room upstairs, took more than five minutes just to get there — it was like a slow-motion movie scene. "Sit down. I'll get you fresh clothes." Evelyn was reluctant to take her eyes off of him, but she had to look for dry clothing inside his closet.

The silence in the room was deafening, they were accompanied by the low humming of the fan on the lowest speed, and outside, pine trees rustled as the twilight breeze blew through them.

Evelyn picked out a white shirt, "are jeans alright?" she laid her hand on top of Levi's jeans. No response.  She emitted a long exhale before bringing the clothes to Bobby. "Blue jeans, white shirt." Evelyn idled in her tracks. "Put it on, I'm gonna go get some aspirin for you." Knowing that there will be no words from Bobby, the girl briskly walked out of the room.

Bobby gazed outside his window, the sun was setting on the sea horizon. He kept thinking about how much superior the sun was; being able to see the end of every sea every single day. Soon, the beam of sunlight hits his face, a golden tint draped on his skin. In his head, he was thinking. But on the outside, he seemed like a man who's lost everything.

"Bobby..." Evelyn sighed in frustration when she saw the neatly folded clothes on the bed was left untouched. "You're leaving a spot on the sheet." She grabbed the man off the bed, and ripped the bed sheet from the mattress before letting him sit back.