Random Thoughts

RPW Self-Para

Trevor's phone vibrated on top of his desk, coloring a small perimeter of the black wood. His hand picked up the phone and his fingers swiped up to see the notification that disturbed his focus. He clicked the icon and saw Victor's—their famous love guru—name. It was a reply to his comment on a post. His head shook as he type he read and type his replies to the Workaholic Overlord. Before immersing to the conversation, he dropped his phone and continued to record a sample for the trainees to practice.

Finishing a sample, he looked back on his phone and saw another notification. He, then, repeated the same action and stopped at the sight of his reply. It sounded insulting, but he knew what to reply. After all, he guided kings before, and he knew what a successful life truly is. Victor told him to learn from him and Daiquiri—always focused on their businesses. He didn't feel  insulted. Instead, their Father's words echoed on his mind:

"A successful life shall not be based on your wealth and riches, it is on the happiness and contentment you felt during your years of existence."

When he was still an angel, he worked too hard. He forgot his own happiness and focused on his dreams, even if it costs him his social life and true emotions. He was so used to being masked that he actually lost his real identity centuries ago. Only their father knew who he really was, but he doesn't want to see him, nor talk to him. Sighing, he replied and shared some of his experiences as to why he was laid-back.

The man is already two millennias old, so he witnessed how kings, queens, and couples break up due to their lack of time for one another. Once, a king whom he served was left miserable—his wife hated him, and his family distant. The monarch couldn't even produce an heir, which us why he was suffering even though he is rich. He lost his happiness and did not experienced some of the best moments he could do instead of working too hard.

Trevor was quite worried about their status. They do love their business, but their stress might be the cause of their deaths and early aging—which Daiquiri truly hated. Being old sucks, but it won't be if your spent time on earth is not in vain. When will these two loosen up? he thought, sticking his fingers on his temples.

About to hold the mouse, he stopped midway. He had been too focused on his workfor the past few weeks as well, and he did not have enough time for his Carrot who was begging him for touches. With the corner of his eyes warming up, he leaned on his twined hands and controlled the his tears from falling.

For someone like him who does not respond to every wish of her lover, what came out of his lips was pure hypocrisy.  Releasing another breath, he turned off the monitors, clicked the switch, and left his studio with his hands tucked on both pockets. As soon as he sets foot on the parking lot, his gaze averted to a black car three slots away from his current location.

The leather made skidding sounds against the floor, and tuft of hair being ruffled as he neared his car. He tucked his slender frame and stepped on the gas—thrilled to get a glimpse of his bunny. On his way home, the traffic was not that heavy due to the hour he left the building. The hands of the clock were nearing twelve when the guard stationed on the parking lot saluted. He nodded back as a sign of respect.

When his car settled in his reserved space, he hopped in the elevator—greeted by the cold winds coming from the air-conditioned lift. His nose felt runny as the air punctured his smell, his eyes bloodshot as he leaned his head on the cold walls. Trevor's thoughts about his hypocrisy was cut off with a loud "ting" as soon as it hit the top floor. His feet marched out of the elevator doors and went straight to the only room on the last floor.

He knocked on his door—hoping that Carrot was awake, but no one answered so he was forced to type his own password on the digital lock and pulled himself inside. A low beeping sound coveted the atmosphere of his clean house, but rather cold as all lights were off and his Carrot was not there. With his half-hooded eyes, he still managed to reach their room and open their door.

"I'm home," he whispered, waiting for an answer. He wasn't expecting a warm welcome, but he didn't expect a loud snore either. A smile crept up his lips followed by a chuckle as he stared at Carrot's cute face. He felt warm coating his being and heart frolicking in every second. Finally, he's home.