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"He talks and talks and the only thing I think about:
How can I …
listen to his voice
for the rest of my life?"
His back rests above the soft sheets; tensed muscles finally relaxing after a long day of work. He lays in the middle of the bed, settled inside his room at last, away from the thunderous decibels ringing outside the busy streets of the city. Comfort .
"Do you remember my friend, King? You wouldn't believe what he's been up to lately!", he peeks one eye open and glances towards where the sound came from. Win was standing in front of their bathroom door, towel-drying his hair, as he continued to chatter about random topics.
Bright hums in reply, scoots to the side of the bed as Win takes up the space next to him. He turns to his side and faces Win–eyes crinkling from smiling widely as he animatedly tells him stories–and tucks a stray strand of hair behind his ears. "And then our other friends tried it out too…", Win continued to talk, and talk as the night fell deeper. And Bright tried with all his might to listen, but his eyes were heavy with sleep and his brain fuzzy from exhaustion.
He yawns, interrupting the younger's ramblings. "I talked too much again. We should sleep, yeah?", Win said bashfully, while he reached for the blanket and tucked them in. He reached for the lamp switch beside him, ready to call it a night.
"No, it's okay. Keep talking", Bright said groggily, scooting closer towards Win, head pillowed on Win's chest, and limbs tangled above the other's lying form. "I like listening to you speak".
And so Win did. His soft voice lulling him to sleep. And as Bright finally closed his eyes that night–snuggled inside a warm embrace, and cradled by gentle heart beats ringing in his ears–one word came to mind before succumbing to a deep slumber.
Solace
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