idk what i did lol

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Send me a ✢ for my muse's reaction to seeing yours standing on their doorstep soaking wet in the rain.

He was here again, soaked to the bone. It was a rather odd picture that Volkner painted. Blond hair basically plastered to his skull. He looked downright miserable and something about that tugged sharply at Flint’s heart strings. 

Volkner had a habit of showing up with some bad news, always when it rained and Flint knew that it was always something that had to do with Volkner’s parents. Flint wasn’t sure what exactly it was. The conversation of Volkner’s parents was always safely veered onto other topics and while sometimes Flint would grow agitated and frustrated with the lack or answers, he would eventually accept it.

He only wished that perhaps Volkner’s parents could accept it as well because obviously something was going on there. There obviously was something wrong when his best friend adamantly refused to talk about his family. There was obviously something wrong when his friend didn’t brag about his family like Flint often did.

No words left Flint’s mouth. His eyes had said enough. Normally bright gray eyes were now swimming with pity and a tiny bit of guilt.

But eventually something had to be said.

“You comin’ in or what, Volk? Sheesh…what the hell were you thinking? You need to invest in an umbrella or somethin’.”

He was just trying to lighten the mood by nagging him. Showing any sympathy right now probably wouldn’t help Volkner open much. He didn’t need sympathy–he needed a friend, didn’t he?

And Flint would be there.

“At school, they teach you how to multiply 17 times 3 and divide 81 by 9. They teach you how rocks are formed and how they turn back to soil after a couple of years. They teach you the 10 Amendments of the Constitution and educate you about justice and other social needs. They teach you how to stitch your clothes and might as well tell you to make your own placemat or apron. They teach you how Ghandi fought for the Indians and how Turkism worked in West Asia. They thought you had bad grammar, so they teach you
the difference between your, you’re, there, their and they’re. In school, they taught you all these nonsense, illogical theories.

At home, you learned that your parents have divorced because your dad beats your mom so hard. At home, you learned how to live a life without anyone guiding you, even your mother. You learned how hard it is to make really big decisions on your own without any consultant. Although you did it.

But they did not teach you how to put on an eyeliner without any smudges or imperfections. They did not teach you how to deal with a loss of a grandfather due to some lung cancer and to live without a father. They did not teach you how to cope up with all the wild butterflies escaping from your inner tissues and bone marrows because a senior in school who seemed so perfect smiled at you. They did not teach you how to do a running or back stitch on the shattered pieces of your heart because of someone who did not reciprocate your love. They did not teach you how to stop loving someone who fell out of love with you. They didn’t even teach you how not to scream every night because you are craving for somebody miles away.

Because life isn’t as simple as multiplying 17 by 3 and dividing 81 into 9 sets. Life is about those sleepless nights wherein you are longing for somebody to be near to you, longing for an embrace and a kiss from someone so special to you but cannot do anything about the roads unraveling between the both of you. Life is all about those joys–simple joys–you feel right after eating a red velvet cupcake and your favorite pie. Life is about those leaps–whether big or small–that lead you to an exciting adventure which eventually changes your life forever. It’s all about those risks. Those risks you take and decisions you make because you followed your heart, not your brain.

And school didn’t teach me that.

I taught myself those.”