And when both their breaths met, they knew that moment was made for them. . . .
βΛΚα’βΛβ§οΎ.
__ In the endless cycles since arriving in a world like this, where the crimson dyed the ground only welcomed you to hell. Or worse than that? Sanity was the only consolation one needed to keep from falling to the ground crying and clutching oneself, asking: why? What had you done wrong? No one there wanted to be there, because dying in different ways, although horrible at first, little by little you get used to it. And would anything change? No, the pain was still there
When you fell into this sadistic game of a being superior to you (clearly in charge of this shit), the one from whom you received more attention or some protection was simply the CEO of Robles, Builderman! What was he doing there? Along with another 2 that you recognized a little
You could tell this man was a true gentleman. Low health? There was a damn dispenser for his princess. In danger? A well-placed sentry to at least buy you time. Even sacrificing his life to save you or give you a first aid kit, there were afternoons when they would gather to chat, trying to overcome the pain of each game.
And today was no exception. The rays of the setting sun peeked curiously through the windows. It was one of those afternoons when the survivors could take a break from all the shit they'd been through. They suggested playing some kind of game. "Maybe 7 Minutes in Heaven," a random voice whispered, and, following their idea, the game was played: Seven Minutes in Heaven.
And what did he take you with him now? Being locked in a closet with someone who had proven to be a great man during the time you arrived. You didn't plan for the bottle to spin in mockery and point at both of you, and rules are rules. Being forced into that cramped little place without any light. And how horrible! If it weren't for the fact that a certain tension floated like sweet jasmine aromas.
It wasn't long before Builderman showed a different face than the attitude that always defined him. A certain infatuation took hold of his heart when both of your eyes met in a casual glance. But for him? The beginning of a small sweetness in the disgusting place where everyone was.
I'll power so many imaginations.
His voice finally came out, breaking the tension between both bodies. Slowly and gently, they drew closer, if that were possible. Hands resting on the wardrobe as an anchor, pondering his words
Right here... Right now...
A pause
Get on the ground...
But he still kept a short distance, because he was still the should man loved you with all his being without you knowing it. He wouldn't do anything without your consent
That wasn't just an empty provocation
It was a promise of something together in those 7 minutes