Falling, Fallen.

 The transparent doors of the bookstore─Lawrence, shut close soundlessly as Jeremy walked out with his baby blue satchel, perched on his right shoulder. A sudden assault of coldness creeping up his sleeveless arms made Jeremy halt for a second. He rubbed his goosebumps filled arms to find some momentous warmth. 

 EDEN's lounge area was nearly quiet─except for the sound of the occasional tapping of fingers─and Monroe and Ken's breathing─as both of them sat busy with their iPhones respectively. The orange-yellowish mini bulbs hung low above the mahogany counter─Roy was currently standing behind. The light grazed the wood with tenderness, the smallest of the lines on

 Roy's reflection grinned back at him from the mirror, forehead hidden by the messy bed hair and his grey orbs shining with newfound joy. Last night Roy had managed to snag up the number of his beautiful bus stop stranger, Jeremy─by uncertain luck.  

 Peering into the blue—green changeable eyes of Jeremy with veiled grief, Roy forced a gulp down his clogged up throat. No matter how hard Roy beckoned his inner self to speak, a storm of misery twisted his stomach. Jeremy on the contrary refused to change his happy expression and firmly waited for Roy to speak. Unable to hold the silence, Sasha cut it off asking—rather enthusiastically "Do you know him Jerry?" Roy's heart throbbed listening to the nickname and his brows creased. The intense emotions running through Roy was indecipherable to others present. Jeremy glanced at his elder sister and repli

 Roy had been too preoccupied with thoughts revolving around Jeremy, that he didn't notice his arousal. His face was now totally red to neck—Roy immediately stood up from the couch and brushed past Ken—who was busy toppling over in hysterics.