The Tale Of Taurus (LGBT+)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Dylan and I have talked like we haven't seen each other since forever though it's just a day since we have left the Pisces town. Shawn has tried to get his boyfriend's attention, and to my enjoyment, Dylan has never gone with him just because he wanted some bond time with me. Though I know that I should not be happy and I should be avoiding him, I can't. We are in one team, and Dylan would notice that I'm purposely avoiding him. He would get hurt. I know that Dylan is very emotional, and I've seen that side of him when he had been hurt by his boyfriend, when he found out that Shawn had a boyfriend when we got to the Zodiac City.

Most of the day was spent talking and walking. There was one time that we stopped just to rest for awhile to catch and fill our lungs with air, so we could have an energy when the enemies come. But so far, there's nothing strange happening. The fact that nothing strange is happening is what makes it strange at all. Dylan has fixed the bracelet that Shawn gave him, and I can't help but to ogle the bracelet. I should have given him something, I think. I know I should not be envious of Shawn, but I can't help but to think if I were in his position, what would Dylan's love feel like? Shaking my head just to get the thought out of my head, because I know that in the end I would only get hurt, I curse under my breath and take a seat beside Albert, who is playing with blue fire in his hands. I watch him play with the fire, and he never pays attention to me, but he focuses on what he's doing. I stare at it in amazement.

"Your power is cool," I chortle as Albert whips his head to my direction, his dark and cold eyes meeting mine and I feel a shiver run down my spine. Though I don't know why, but it seems like the hate he has in him has been transferred to me, consuming my body and I suck in a breath. Albert looks at me, eyes flashing with worried as he tries to rub my back, but I scoot a bit away. His eyes grow hard, and he turns his head in front, jaw clenching. Wrong move. He tries to stand up, but my hand moves to its own accord, holding his hand with mine, and he looks at me, cold eyes still present. "Sit down, please." His eyes flash with something I can't quite understand, but as fast as it appeared, it disappears and is replaced with blankness.

I never miss the roll of his eyes as he takes a seat beside me again, but this time, he's scooting away, trying not to make any contact, which I gladly do so by moving beside him. He glares at me, and tries to scoot away when I grab his legs, and he freezes, shivering. "Stop touching me, baby boy." Though the nickname should have offended me (because of my past; my friends used to call me baby boy because they said I had a feature of a baby, which made me super stunning at two sexes, either men or women), I don't. In fact, the nickname makes me chuckle and Albert narrows his eyes at me.

"Whatever, Scorpie." I tease him, wiggling my eyebrows and a smile graces his lips, but it's quickly replaced with a frown. He huffs at me, like a sassy old woman that I happened to offend in the street. "Look, I know that I have offended you somehow, but can you please forgive me? I can't have someone feel mad at me; it would bug me for life, seriously. So, like, I need your forgiveness right now, so I can feel great again." Albert seems to contemplate what I have said, and he goes silent for a full minute before he nods his head at me. I smile ear to ear, body reacting before mind. I hug him, burying my face in the crook of his neck, and we both freeze.

His body is warm, and I want to stay holding him, but it would be weird for the both of us. I don't like Albert, and neither does he. We're just sort of... acquaintance? I let go of him awkwardly, chuckling to lessen the tension around the air as I smile at me. He tries to smile, and it seems forced, but I shrug it off. I have been weird towards him. He sighs, getting something in his back pocket and when he opens his palm, it's a withered flower. I look at him in bewilderment. "This is the flower that my little sister gave to me. Due to our nature, we tend to... destroy beautiful things. My little sister really loves flowers, and the first time she touched a flower, it became withered and she cried all day. When I was chosen to take the Journey, she cried again. I promised her that I'd get back, and that's when she gave me a withered flower. I promised her that when I got back, I would bring a flower to her, bright and alive and beautiful."

It's a sad story. I have no idea why he has told me about his little sister. My heart clenches at how sad he looks. Perhaps Albert has gone through so much s**t in his life that it made him this way. Life is not just about being happy. He said that to me not just too long ago, and the words have been stuck inside my head like it has been carved there in my brain. I purse my lips, and when I see the last petal of the flower falls down on the ground, I see the sadness flash in his eyes. He eyes the petal on the ground, and sighs. He kneels down, planting the withered flower on the drought ground, and he stares at it for a moment as if it would spur back to life, but it never does, so he only stands up and I watch his retreating figure. My eyes go back to the direction of the flower that he has buried not too long ago, and I cannot help but compare his life to the withered flower.

"Let's go!" Shawn's voice booms over, alerting the people of Pisces and all of us clamber, standing up and preparing ourselves for a long walk. My eyes are focused on the lifeless flower buried on the ground, and I whip my head to Albert's figure, who's readying himself for the walk and probably a fight that will occur soon.

Standing up, I clasp my hands and shoot particles on the flower and I wait for a few seconds before the flower comes to life, one petal growing and I smile to myself. One lovely flower across the drought ground. May your beauty bring peace. I have chanted inside my head, and as soon as everything's okay, I trudge my way with a huge smile on my face, never looking back at the flower that I have brought back to life.

"Why are you smiling like a maniac?" asks Beige, who is fishing something out of his pocket and I can see his panic rising as he tries to empty his pocket, but the thing he's looking for is not just there. When he tries to feel his another pocket, he sighs in relief. I smile wider, watching Beige. It's the ring that Cooper has given him. I saw when Cooper gave it to Beige, and I wonder why Beige does not wear it. But as he fishes out the ring out of his pocket, he immediately wears it around his ring finger. "I thought I lost this. This is really important to me."

"What, it's because it belongs to Cooper?" My smile grows wider as his face pales. I put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it a bit. I don't know why they try to hide their relationship, when I know that they want the world to know. I could just take a look what's going in his head, so I could know the real reason, but in exchange for that, Beige would hate me. For being the smartest guy, Beige sure knows how to be so dumb when it comes to love. "Beige, I don't know what's the reason why you try to hide your love for Cooper, but love is something that you should shout to the world. Love is something that you should not hide as it's the main reason why we live in this world. We fight for something that we love. It has always been that."

As I say those words, my eyes stare into the direction of Dylan. He has a smile tugged on his lips, Shawn's arm wrapped around his waist. We fight for something that we love, but sometimes, letting go of your love to the person will make a room for someone's love for you.

And I think I'm ready to let go of Dylan.