Overbearing Prop

Slowly...

Dragging...

A boy struggles to get up as pressure slowly places him down.

Whispers...

Voices...

"Stop... Stop, Stop it... STOP IT!"

{...Wake up!}

He widen his eyes at the urgent voice that spoke out loud.

Yeah... Out of all, that was truly foreign...

All those stupid voices would only call out for violence to carve their desire...

But slowly that one voice was drowned in the multiple voices of the same thoughts.

Out of coincidence, he saw a young male figure slowly fading away in front of him, smiling at him as he waved his hands.

Beautiful...

His heart fluttered seeing the affectional and strange smile of the foreigner...

A feeling?