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the sting of hot, fresh tears stuck in langa’s throat, nearly making it impossible to speak. even if a word were to escape, it had no point. reki was gone, he stormed off as soon as he said what was eating at his conscious.
“we aren’t a good match anymore, langa.”
reki’s harsh goodbye was embedded into his brain, repeating itself like some sort of curse. each word had a sting to it, constantly attacking langa’s heart with a cruel vigor. he stood in silence, aside from the hard rain pounding onto the ground around him. what was there left to do? the possibility of texting him was there, yet langa doubt he would even respond. there was always miya, but he would probably fail to understand what was going inside his brain as well.
even if he did break their promise— it was something reki nor miya could comprehend.
the absolute rush of skating with death, without fear.
was he the odd one then? for chasing that surging feeling of excitement each time he stepped onto his board? it was a passion him and reki shared— or at least he thought so. the days of them aimlessly riding around town, with nothing but broad smiles and the sunshine on their backs seemed so distant and faraway now.
a pathetic laugh escaped from langa, one that was full of deep dejection. his fingers tangled into his mess of hair, smoothing back his bangs out of his face as he stared up at the dark night sky. if there was anyone at all who could understand langa’s turmoil of feelings, it was the source of it all.
the reason reki resented him.
the reason he constantly felt a new festering hunger for something he couldn’t quite pinpoint.
langa dug into his pocket for his cellphone— his damp fingers struggling to swipe at the screen one retrieved. his contact list was rather empty, only having his mothers number, reki, miya and—
he didn’t remember when he had gotten the mans number, but it didn’t really matter. if he had to take a guess, he had probably input it into his phone at S one night. langa hovered over the name, simply meaning to just send a quick text, that was all.
but instead of a keyboard popping onto the screen, the sound of a muffled ringing hit his ears, and suddenly a voice was on the other end.
“my little langa, i never would’ve expected you to call at this hour....”
almost immediately at the sound of adam’s voice, langa broke into another sob instead of properly talking. the older man stayed silent throughout it all, making langa almost forget they were still connected.
that was all adam needed to hear.
only about ten minutes had passed, the rain was now just a drizzle instead of a downpour. langa stayed a little distance away from reki’s house, crouched on the sidewalk with a despondent stare. his arms were wrapped around his skateboard with tight grip— as if it was protecting him from all the turmoil unfolding around him.
the sound of a car door opening jolted langa out of his thoughts and back into the present, a familiar voice following after.
“look at my sweet eve, like a lost stray left to fend for itself.”
a wash of red was tinted on langa’s cheeks after processing the tease. there was an obvious adoration in adam’s words. he was entirely too embarrassed to match adam’s stare boring into him, let alone to challenge and refute anything he said like he normally would.
langa didn’t know how adam knew where he was near immediately. if he was in the right state of mind, the boy would’ve found it suspicious. in between catching his breath and trying to hold back more tears on the phone earlier, there was no possible way he was able to spit out the address for him. that was besides the point now.
“thanks.....for coming to check on me.” langa mumbled out the words, taking the time to sneak a glance over while he spoke.
those scarlet eyes punctured deep into langa’s soul. it was like adam knew more about him than he knew himself.
“of course, is that not what lovers are for my dear snow?” langa’s eyes widened at that word.
lovers.
adam was a rather eccentric person, so langa knew better than to take his words serious. but something inside him, deep in his gut, it felt nice....to hear the endearing title coming from someone so forbidden.
silence hung in the air until adam closed the distance between the two. his hand reached out to langa, his stare unwavering. who knew he would be oh so lucky, even blessed by the gods above to have his eve so vulnerable.....practically placed into his lap.
it was delicious.
“let us chat elsewhere,” adam leaned close into langa’s personal space, hot breathe tickling his ear. “shall we?”
it was a bad idea. from the start langa knew it was a bad idea— to even think about reaching out to adam. and what was even worse was the possibility of reki finding out.
but it didn’t stop him.
with a quick nod, langa took adam’s hand with no hesitation. there was nothing else holding him back anymore, so what was the problem? a wicked smirk crawled onto adam’s face as he led his new beloved back to his car.
“maybe you were too hard on him, not like a low level slime could comprehend that.” miya’s voice echoed out through the speaker of reki’s phone. it wasn’t too long ago he stormed off leaving langa to the rain. what else was he supposed to do? it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t understand how important of a promise they held was.
just the repeat though of langa’s pitiful face and miya’s own lecturing had reki more agitated than before. even though he was younger, miya’s words held some truth. his temper was quick to flare and his actions were most definitely wild and uncontrolled once he was in a worked up state.
“even if i was...it’s still no excuse for him to just disregard everything and—“ reki stopped himself and let out a deep sigh. even if he was still pissed, langa was still out there and was most definitely going to catch a cold.
“i’ll call you back later, miya.” he ended the call abruptly. maybe if he did just let langa in to chat....it would be ok.
reki pulled his hoodie back on before going out into the rain to attempt and reconcile. before stepping out, he glanced out the window and froze on the spot. there was a car parked out a little past his house and two figures stood in the rain, one much larger than the other. once his eyes focused and made out the silhouettes, reki’s hand balled into a fist— knuckles turning white.