The armoured hearts

New Rules

(💗✨️Hi, hope you are feeling alright, love you 💗✨️)

The painful trembling of his muscles which suffered all night from his position gave Porchay a feeling of reassurance he would have loved to despite. He was conscious that any logical brain would just run to that bed and he only began to realize what his life made of him. He wasn’t the one he should have been but also not the thing he should have felt. The ache in his body was the physical testimony of how life just never shared any luck with him. 

Porchay sat down on the floor, the room was hot under the ray of the morning sun, it reminded him that only nature was trustful. Even if the weather could change anytime, even if clouds could let you think it would be cold and suddenly it was warmer or the over way around, it didn’t change the fact that cold was cold and hot was hot. The interpretation of a sky was just another fantasy that humans created, what mattered were the sensations given. The boy stood up, the pain becoming violent at each movement, but it also meant that he was still alive and he knew that he preferred to think this even if sometimes he wondered why was he fighting? And then Porsche came into sight and all of his physical and emotional sorrow would disappear, until next time.

“You!” Porchay screamed, finally realizing that Kim was sitting on the bed with a dark and really scary expression. “You are scaring me!” He mocked. “What are you doing?” He asked, sitting on it. 

“You didn’t sleep in the bed.” Kim codly said. 

“Yeah…I know this…”

“You didn’t follow the rules.”

“That’s…yes…but it isn’t a big deal, right?”

“I don't know…but you didn’t follow the rules…. you didn't. Follow. The . Rules.” Kim repeated, and even if his tone was a scolding one, he looked more frightened than menacing. Porchay wondered if in his whole life he somehow never ever not tried to not follow that bullshit of words. It looked like he didn’t try to play with it, to just follow himself and stop with this stupid looking schedule, because no one had it. Even working people, even rich people, even people with enough stability to have a schedule wouldn’t just do the same things everydays, at the same hour, always, without even questioning it. 

“You know what you feel here?” Porchay asked, getting closer to Kim with a really interested smile. He wouldn’t lie and recognized that in a way the boy was like a pause in his survey, he was looking at an experimental game that was helping him to take some breaths in between his own survival game which could cost him his life. Here, he was totally free from any arrest and he appreciated a little too much of that emotion. Forgetting already that this house looked as wicked as any place in the world. 

“This is…” He said, pointing at Kim's chest with his fingers.” Frustration? Anger?  Maybe even killing intent? What are you feeling, P'Kim?” Pochay asked, tilting his head. 

“How do…I know?” 

“I am sure you know! But you know what you don’t do? Thinking. You just wake up and follow this everydays and- wait…Do you believe in me?”