Theory of the Constant Melody

I GOT UP FROM MY BED and the first thing my eyes did was darting back and forth among the couch and Acherous’ bed. I hovered around while my eyebrows creasing with confusion.There’s this new wash of daylight; one of nostalgia way back years in Texas. And so, there’s no better thing to do beyond usual, I walked by the double hung window and looked out it.Last night, I dropped off while watching Hollywood romance movie and didn’t even become fully aware of the storm.The atmosphere is even close to pluvial and the petrichor lingers through my nostril as I slid up a sash and supported it briefly by my hand. The pavements formed into slick, greasy film. Normally, we don’t bother to suspend a drape as concerted to view the setting of sun before the twilight. As a matter of fact, we have a curtain rope that we used for once a quarter.“Cyan!” a familiar baritone called.It echoed in the room which I concluded i

THE FOLLOWING DAYS were as ordinary as before.Heretofore, without Acherous was prosaically dull. He becomes my buddy and knows my whereabouts, also do I.“Did I tell you that Greg texted me this morning, Cyan?” Acherous mentioned while dashing off his essay in Structural Analysis Static.We were sitting across each other inside the cafeteria, getting ourselves busy by doing certain things.Reading the textbook I borrowed in the library a while ago, I darted a confused look at him and leisurely flipped a page of the book.“No, why? Did he send you a message?” I asked.“Yup.” Sticking down to a halt, he eyed me and dug into his backpack to grab his phone.“Bro, for aught I care, do you need some help to do your essay? Besides, I’m done with mine,” I offered, resting my elbows on the table while interlacing my fingers of both hands against my chin.He gave me a smothered laugh

WE TOOK SEVERAL HOURS to get from Los Angeles to Las Vegas, Nevada. The first chance to experience to set foot on here occurred, therewith.“In point of fact, I don’t know how to thank you for coming along with me here, bro,” Acherous quietly said, head bends down while stroking at the back of his head.We are sitting, hands folded in lap, next to each other in a small chapel at hospital.I put my arm over his shoulder and tousled his hair with my free hand. “Bro, I could offer you more than this. Besides, we’re best friends,” I replied softly and beamed a little.We’ve been here before surrounded in the cold at dawn. We found out that his 7-year old sister Maricris has a scarlet fever. It is said to be a bacterial infection affecting so many children around the close border of Arizona.“Still, you never fail to support me and put up with my dramas. First, my breakup. Second, this… and nonethel

HOLDING A MICROPHONE SLACKLY, I looked heavenward and sang the last lyric, “… with my heart.”“Well done! A little more practice in the chorus section,” Sheila commended, right hand against her waist. “Okay, take a load off. I’ll pop in for a coffee.”At a nod from us, she left the hall with her bag suspended over her shoulder.“So, how are things with you two? You’re out for three days,” Greg opened up as all of us walked towards each other. As his manly habit, he slid a duo brush diagonally across his thick eyebrows. He’s neither gay nor homosexual; Greg is just conscious with his perfectly curved eyebrows.“We just paid my sister a visit in Las Vegas,” Acherous responded, plunking his guitar tunelessly.“Oh?” Annalyn marveled. Astonishment clouded her facial expression. Her slanted onyx eyes darted on Acherous. “The last time I went there was w

Getting up at the crack of dawn, time is a valuable commodity. The aroma of black coffee lingers my nose while stirring it.After absorbing minutes, I mooched about the window and looked through it. Unlike before as early as half past five, the sky lightened into palette; orange, yellow, bronze. Whereas, the haze currently obscures the lucidity of the atmosphere.Hitting the hay while losing sleep over Acherous’ condition last night, I got off to sleep difficulty. To simmer me down, Acherous had just pretty acted being fine. Several minutes after puking, he plastered a vivid smile in his wan face with bleary-eyed.Consequently, I cooked a rice porridge with broccoli and collard greens to fight off infection last night. Then, sprinkling the meal with ginger purees to resist colds which eventually made him snuffle less frequently.Picking up the vibe from outside, I turned around when I heard a yawn and deep-throated sound. Staring at me with his sall