Untrue is my Decision - I flew

"What's wrong? Why'd you call me?"

A 30-35 year old man came running. His face was ridden with fatigue; his eyes bloodshot which made him look so much older.

A small whimper emerged.

"I'm sorry, I ruined everything..."

"We're in debt; we can only host one group, but not properly... if they fail..."

The man understood the meaning behind the latter's words and spontaneously comforted him.

"They won't! Believe me!"

"Huh..." The other man choked slightly.

"... But-"

"I'll build your company with my hands!"

The fatigued man held the man's hand and vowed.

....

"I'm blind... I forced.... So I can't see."

"I hide myself behind the walls"

"But now..."

"I can walk, I can freely shout"

"That I can too, I'm a coward but not"

....

"Hey look its Lucas! Mr. Valedictorian!"

A couple of people congratulated him and tried to mess his hair in vain.

A clamour was in the room; several people were crying and laughing. It was one of the biggest and most significant milestones of these youngsters, how could the teenage hormones keep their emotions intact?

The boy had removed his coat, exposing a pure-white dress-shirt, with a black coat vest. He was loosening his silk tie as he walked out. His ruffled black hair along with his current attire made him look like an indolent young aristocrat.

He was slightly shorter than most of the boys there but definitely stood out

.

A brown-haired boy, who had an overpowering aura like Lucas but it was tainted with arrogance approached him and tapped the shorter boy's shoulder.

"Coming to the after-party?" His mouth lifted crookedly. His eyes were blatantly saying "Only I can talk to Lucas so freely. People beneath our level should not approach us."

Lucas with his glacier eyes shook his head and replied with his lips slightly hooked up.

"No, I'm really tired after the ceremony." Lucas replied modestly occasionally drifting his eyes away from the taller boy.

"I see. Well, that's that, what university are you planning to apply to? You're coming to XX University with me, aren't you?" The boy did not even try to persuade Lucas to stay for one of the most memorable moments of his life, which provoked quite a number of curious gazes.

Lucas stared into the boy's eyes and simply shook his head and left. He couldn't stand this "friend" of his.

The brown-haired boy just shrugged, his bone-engraved hubris comforting him.

...

Lucas had taken a taxi back home. His parents were not at the ceremony, due to their busy schedule. They had assured Lucas to have dinner with him, so the house was currently barren

.

Lucas's heart was in crossroads as he walked towards his room, his previous aura slowly shrivelling away.

He went up to his room with chaos in his soul.

A room with grayscale wallpaper, it accommodated some cardboard boxes, a large bed with a cream coloured mattress covered with a stark black quilt, countless amounts of bookshelves, a cedar wardrobe and several cabinets and chest of drawers. A desk with a computer and some books littered the ground. It was a very well furnished room, with countless paintings and tapestries adorning the walls. It seemed like it was all made by the same person, a small black signature was mint in every one of them. They were vibrant and were clearly done with a lot of skill, but some of them lacked... emotion.

Lucas walked in a somewhat forceful slouched manner and plopped to his bed, his face hidden by the pillow.

"Freelance, how amazing would it be...? If... no prejudices, no rules... You can be anything you want... No norms..."

Lucas turned around to see a cabinet stacked with trophies. Almost all of them were academic and sport-related awards. He looked further away, to see a rather obscure sight – A box overflowing with certificates and cups. It looked really shabby compared to the well-arranged showcase but it evoked interest.

How could such precious accomplishments just be disposed of?

"Not as a hobby – but as a dream..." He turned, looked at the computer with messy DAW wires dangling around.

....

"Passion or money?" The person showed an intrigued appearance with that question but immediately answered.

"Money, passion can't make you live."

"But it makes me happy..."

"How can you be happy without money? You'll starve to death or have no money for transport. You'd rather torment yourself?"

...

"Hehe, what if I told you I wanted to be a singer or an idol?"

"Lucas, stop talking about it. It's irritating me."

.....

"I graduated two years early, made fun of my dream.."

Lucas got up from his bed, his usual icy eyes seemed to have melted – a watery mess of woe and sadness glazed his cheeks.

He hurriedly wiped them away as his eyes became glacier-like again. He whispered something in a hushed manner to himself.

"Lucas! Are you home yet?" A woman's loud voice resounded throughout the house which interrupted Lucas.

I didn't even notice the door opening... Lucas reprimanded himself.

"Yeah, I was in the bathroom..." Lucas responded in a very comical, obtuse tone.

"Luke, come down! Your uncle is here with us too. He'll be leaving soon." A masculine, strong voice reverberated.

"OK."

"Ah, Luke my boy!" A young man who seemed to be in his late-twenties hugged the teenager. He had a peculiar way of dressing, or just unique – A long shirt worn over a longer shirt which covered his palms and his thighs. It seemed like an average teenager's funky way of styling – in a way.

A/N: Sweats. I hope none of you imagine him like a... drunkard

"Hey, Ben." Lucas smiled as the turmoil in his heart calmed down.

"Just because he's only a decade older to you doesn't mean you can call him like that young man!" A man with a sturdy build knocked Lucas's head in a joking manner, obviously having no hostility in his words. He was Lucas's father.

Lucas took heavily after him, his azure-blue eyes and the sharp contours of his face were seen in his son too.

There were differences, one being the divergence of maturity. Lucas's father was like old wine, while the juvenile was still like fresh grape/fruit. His father had darker, tanned - bark-like skin, while Lucas had clear white skin. Lucas still had a little bit of baby fat, while his father was defined. Imagine it however you want.

"Come on Xavier, don't make me feel old! It's ok, it's ok – Continue calling me Ben. Or Benzy. I heard that if you communicate with youngsters enough, you can return to youth!"

"Where is your common sense, Benji?" The beautiful woman next to Lucas's father Xavier laughed in a playful manner.

She too looked similar to Lucas and quite kindred to her husband – They could be easily distinguished as siblings but they weren't.

Lucas too inherited her features, but they were much more subtle.

"Well, with all the rant around, congratulations Luke on graduating." The whimsical man's tone got gentler and his temperament changed in a moment.

Lucas blinked.

..

They say you inherit something or the other from all of your family members.

...

Lucas, 4 years old.

He was standing in front of his middle-schooler uncle who currently was rolling his small trousers up, exposing a wound. It was quite large, but not life-threatening of course.

Benjamin was tending the wound as quickly as possible and kneeled down to meet the small boy's azure-blue eyes.

"Aish! You fell down, but why aren't you crying?" Benjamin questioned. Even he would slight sob at a wound like that, how could a 4-year-old not? (Maybe because he has low pain-tolerance)

"Mom told me not to cry for silly things."

"This is not silly you lil' brat! Your mom would be scared when she sees this! (Angry at me though...) Let's tend it well, no scars no scars. "

Benjamin stared harder at Lucas's eyes until they became slightly teary.

Two humongous blobs of crystalline tears emerged from the small boy's large eyes.

The adolescent who was 14 felt is heart softening as he carried and hugged the little boy.

"Was it painful?"

The little boy nodded, snuggling his small head into the latter's large chest, only his soft, fluffy hair visible. Benjamin felt his chest was covered with warm tears – It must have been painful... and scary.

"Uncle..." Lucas whimpered.

The heart which slighted softened had burst completely.

"How did you hide it so skilfully aish... Even your uncle couldn't tell! It's okay." as he playfully patted Lucas's back and kissed his small forehead. He stressed the word "uncle" as he felt a sense of pride and loftiness whenever he was called that. He loved his nephew.

"Hide..."

He laughed as a small thought emerged in his head.

He stroked the boy's head as his eyes turned cold...

"So... you can hide things easily too, huh."

....

Fluid like movements,

Each seemed like a lie.

Emotion radiating to its extremity,

They took it to the peak,

Their roads extending endlessly.

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