[January 25. Wednesday. 21:00]
The sounds of Mika’s voice stirred something within Arthur as the boy whined and whined about nothing in particular. It wasn’t at all annoying, for Arthur adored him as if he was a needy pet.
“Arthur, let’s go play outside, you look so pale!” shouted Mika as he gripped Arthur’s hand and tried to drag him out of his room. “Didn’t you tell me you’ll teach me how to skate?” he pleaded before picking up their boards with his arms that were too weak from the bruised that mottled it.
Arthur inhaled softly as he observed the boy. What was it that made Arthur adore him, when he’s a whiny brat that never shuts up?
The rays of the sun somehow managed to creep inside the dim-lit room; it was already sunset. Arthur remembered how Mika’s amber-coloured eyes glowed alm
