*Font- ​Nate

*Font- ​Seth
 
    
 

​ ​Skyborn 
​ By “Bouncing-Tomato” on DeviantArt 

 
 
 
 
 
   
It was cold. It was raining. A cold, bloody weather of december with no snow. Worse 
than ever. I could not feel my feet. I could not feel anything at all.  
Last time I saw him was two years ago. Time flies fast, but a guy like him might never 
change. I changed, though. My personality changes just like this filthy weather. Why is this a 
problem? Because in a year I turn back right to where I was. It’s like a cursed vicious cycle 
and I am tired of it.  
I was still waiting for that damned bus because I wanted to get home really quickly. I 
couldn’ ’t stand the anxiety that was taking control of my body again. Raced heartbeats, short 
breaths and all that crap. The bus finally arrived and I got in. It was fucking empty. As 
expected, for that hour. It was 5 a.m. I got home in 40 minutes. I opened my apartment’s 
door, went in, locked back the door and flew straight into my bed. Eyes closed. No light. No 
feelings. Only me and the void we call sleep. 
   
    

​ ***
 
 
   
"Sir? Sir, wake up!" 
I snapped out of a dream.  
"What?" I looked in the direction where the voice came from. It was a middle aged man with a 
funny cap. Strange. What the hell does he want? 
"Sir, you forgot yourself sleeping in the train and I think you have missed your destination a long 
time ago," he told me. 
I got up in two seconds. 
"What?!!" I yelled. 
There I was, in the middle of nowhere. I was somewhere in London.  
"Aaaah, what am I doing here with no money left?! I should call Sarah," I said to myself. 
The phone was ringing. 
"Hello?" She aswered. 
"Sarah, I’m stuck in god damned London!" 
"Nate? Oh, heck... you missed Manchester... and your flight to Amsterdam. I’m gonna kill you! I made 
cookies! Your best friend makes cookies and you miss your freaking train station and flight!"  
She was obviously mad. But I could not avoid telling her, you know. 
"I am so sorry, I fell asleep in the train..." 
"You’re such an idiot, Nate. Why are we best friends?"she sighed. 
"Oh come on, you love me, " I giggled.  
"Yeah, lucky bastard. What are you going to do? You do not have any money because you paid 
your tickets online at home! Where did you say you were?"  
"I’m in London," I answered. 
She paused long enough to worry me. 
"Hey. What’s wrong? You still there?" I asked. 
"Yes," she answered. "It’s just... do you know anyone who lives in London?" 
" Nah, I think I’ll go find a motel or something. I have enough money for one night, and you could 
search for a flight from London to Amsterdam for tomorrow, I’ll give you the money back." 
"Uhm... okay, deal. Go find somewhere to stay and call me back when the shit is done," she told 
me before hanging up. 
"Okay, bye." 
Done as said. I was wandering on the streets trying to find a cheap place. It was kind of 
impossible, though, because, well... London, that’s why. Three hours passed and I found nothing. I 
decided to buy a small sandwich, because my stomach was killing me. 
I entered a little fast food where they were selling uncooked stuff. The line was pretty long 
so I had to wait. I hate waiting. 
 
 
   
​ *** 
 
​ The first thing I feel when I wake up is the need for coffee and a cigarette. I had none of 
them at home. I had to actually go out and buy some. Such a terrible morning. It was raining 
this time, and still cold as hell. Why did I come to London? I was better off in Seoul. Damn, 
I also remembered I had to pay the rent in five days.  
I took a jacket, a pair of boots and went out to please my addictions. The streets were full of 
Christmas lights, and they looked terrible without snow. I was thinking about moving to 
Poland or somewhere similar. Hmm, or I could move to Greece. Yeah, warm weather, and 
beautiful views. Cheaper. The thought hit me hard enough to cross the street illegally. A car 
stopped right beside me. 
"Hey! Piss off the road! Why don’t you look where you’re going, blind bastard !!"yelled the man 
from the car.  
I gave him the coldest look I could give in that filthy morning. He didn’t say anything 
after that and waited for me to cross the road. I went to the shop, bought myself a fresh coffee 
and a pack of cigarettes and I was on my way back to my apartment. I was looking around 
me, outside and inside the shops, analyzing what people were doing, as always. 
Then it happened. I just stopped. Inside a small fast food, I saw a guy waiting in the line 
with his back at me. From the back it looked just like him, I could swear. It was his turn to 
order, and I saw that he took out dollars from his pocket. Then there was no doubt. It was 
him. I had to enter, so I did. 
“Sorry but we only accept British Pounds,” said the lady behind the pult. 
“B-but... I don’t have any! I am not from here, get it? I am hungry, have mercy! It’s still 
money, you know! You can change it!” he told her. 
That voice... the same as always. In a rush, full of his persona, filled with energy. That voice 
hit me straight in my head. I pushed myself in the front through the people. I heard some 
insults seconds after. Typical. 
“Here, take these,” I said to the lady while stretching my hand over the pult to give her the 
money.  
   
   
 
   
 
 
 
 
*** 
 
 
 
 
I gasped when I heard that voice. I looked right beside me and there he was. My heart 
started racing like hell, I was sweating and shivers went down my spine, straight to my toes. All 
of these in seconds. I turned to stone.  
“Thank you sir, enjoy your meal!” said the lady to me. 
“Oh, yeah. T-thank you, “ I murmured.  
All I wanted in that moment was to realise that I didn’t just see Seth buying me a 
sandwich and that everything was a hallucination caused by hunger. I went straight to the door 
and got out. I started breathing like Darth Vader. I needed air. I needed so much air. 
“So this is how you say thank you to someone who just bought you food, huh? Or maybe you 
were so hungry you just could not stand it anymore...” he said calmly, while closing the door 
after himself. 
His tone was so calm that it drove me mad. How could he be so chill while my blood was 
boiling in my veins? I couldn’t understand. I just unpacked my sandwich and started eating it. He 
lighted a cigarette and started sipping from his hot coffee, while glancing at the cloudy sky. The 
rain stopped. I was looking at his clean, pale face. His dark eyes were reflecting all the light he 
was looking at. The sun was making its presence through the clouds, as the sky wanted to 
become clear and get rid of them. His eyes had a tint of green in them when he was looking at 
the sun. I always loved that. 
“Do you like the sandwich, at least?” he asked me. 
“What?” I gasped. “Oh, the sandwich. Yeah, it tastes healthier than what I usually eat at home, I 
answered. 
“Hn, that’s good”, he said with a smile on his face. “So... what are you doing in this filthy town?” 
he asked then. 
“ Nothing, I got lost, I should have landed in Amsterdam like two hours ago, but I missed my flight 
because I fell asleep in the train.” I answered shamefully. 
I swore I could see him trying hard not to laugh. I smiled. If Sarah knew what just 
happened... 
“So, I guess you don’t have a place to stay, huh?” he asked while looking straight into my eyes. 
“Uhh... no. No, I don’t, “ I answered with my mouth full. 
 
 
*** 
​
 
 
 
​ He blushed when I asked him if he had somewhere to stay. I always knew that even 
though he looked dumb or alienated, like he landed from another planet, he was actually smart. 
He knew what I was going to say next. So I chose not to say anything. I just sketched a 
“follow me” expression on my face. He looked straight into my eyes while he took another bite of 
his sandwich. Cute bastard. 
We headed to my apartment. He was following me just like my cats. I was wondering 
how my cats were going to react when they see him. We got there and I unlocked the door. He 
was looking at me like he didn’t believe what was going on. He really looked like a bloody 
alien. We got in.  
“ Wow! This is where you live?!” he exclaimed like a seven year old child. 
“Yes,” I answered shortly.  
“Amazing, how much was this flat?” 
“It’s not mine, dobe. I pay rent for it.” 
I realised it’s been only a half an hour since I saw him and I already called him dobe, just 
like... before. Before I left. When everything was perfect and could have been like that forever if 
I... 
“Seth... I... uhm... I need to use the bathroom, you know...” he told me silently. 
“Oh. Right. It’s there,” I showed him. “You can also take a shower if you feel like it. Do you 
have some cozy clothes in your bag?” 
“Yes, I do have a pair of PJ’s. Thank you.”, he said, sketching a smile. 
He went to the bathroom. I could not believe he was there. In my flat. After so much time he 
was still the same, just like I was thinking the night before. It was such a strange coincidence. 
But I didn’t know why was he going to Amsterdam. Maybe he was in a relationship? With... 
a guy? I could not find an answer for I was busy with being confused about how I should 
behave. I didn’t hate him. I hated myself. 
I found some biscuits in the kitchen and put them on a plate. I bought a jar of coffee from the 
store, so I thought maybe he’d like a cup of fresh coffee. After I was done, I arranged them on 
the bar pult I had in the kitchen.  
I heard the bathroom door open. He came out with a towel around his waist and his hair 
was wet. I didn’t realise I was actually staring at him. 
“Are you ok? “ he asked me.  
“Yes, of course,” I answered calmly, trying to hide the fact I was embarrased as fuck. “Do 
you want cookies and coffee? They taste good together,” I said. 
“Sure,” he answered. “I’ll put some pants on and I’ll be here in a minute.” 
He came back as fast as he said. The second after he sat on the chair, both of my cats 
jumped on the pult. Nate gasped like a British lady who was allergic to cat fur. I laughed. 
“They forgot to welcome you when you got in, maybe they were sleeping or thought it was just 
me,” I said. “Anyway, meet Sasha and Dorothy. Sasha is a male. The black one.” 
“And Dorothy is a ginger, just like me, “ he laughed. “Are they a couple?” 
“ They are both sterilised, but they do love each other,” I answered his awkward question. 
“Sasha likes me,” he giggled, while petting my cat.  
“Don’t you have any shirts?” I asked him, realising he was wearing only pants. 
“I do have, but it’s very warm in here. Actually hot. Am I making you feel uncomfortable?” he 
asked. 
That bloody question was on purpose.  
“No, why on Earth would I feel uncomfortable,” I replied with a cold tone.  
A cold tone that affected him, I saw his face fall down like an unstable building.  
“Yeah, I should probably put a shirt on,” he sighed. 
“No, don’t, “ I answered quickly.  
“What?” he asked me, confused. 
I went and sat next to him. I missed those damned eyes, the colour of the sky... and his 
hair, as shiny as the bloody sun. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I had to... 
 
 
 
 
*** 
 
 
 
​He grabbed my face between his hands and put his soft lips against mine. He held that 
kiss for longer than ever and the push was so hard that it seemed it was his last one. It was 
magical, because it wasn’t like him. He was never like that. But how could I say no to that 
beautiful feeling that spread into my body? All my cells were fascinated by what was going on, 
the chemistry was so intense that I felt like my head was about to blow up. I had nothing to 
lose... right? 
I got up from my seat. He followed my steps and got up too. I grabbed his waist and 
scratched him a little. Then I suddenly bite his neck, gently kissing it right after. His moans and 
hard breaths were turning me on like nothing ever did before. I took his clothes off and pushed 
him on the sofa. Then I took off his underwear. I was staring at it. It was... beautiful. The skin 
around it was pink and white, just like a fresh apricot. And it was big enough for me to already 
feel it. But I wasn’t like him. I was doing it perfectly conscious and I was patient.  
I took off my pants and underwear and sat on top of him. His face was red as hell and 
his eyes were foggy. I touched his face and kissed him gently on the forehead. My penis was 
gently touching his, as we were sitting like that. I started rubbing it. I cut off his breath. He 
looked like he smoked ten blunts one after another. Was I the drug he craved for, all this time? I 
had sex with a few guys like nine months ago, but did he ever?  
Then, I realised that would become the first time we ever had sex. I touched his face 
again, and kissed his lips as gently as I could. I was ready for him, at least that was what I 
thought right in that moment. But I wanted to make sure that he was aware of what he 
started. Because he never kissed me like that before. 
“Sasuke... are you sure about this?” I asked him. “Do you know how to do it?” 
He laughed shortly.  
“No. But I bet you do. Do what you want with me, Nathaniel. You deserve each piece of flesh 
that is on me.”, he told me, panting. “I can take everything. Give me hate, if you have any. Give 
me what you have...” 
His voice was so weak and he seemed so vulnerable. I was definetely confused, because in 
front of me, there was this sensitive guy that needed the whole affection one could offer him, 
and to me... that was not Seth. Or maybe I never knew him like that. Maybe it was my fault he 
left. Maybe he was scared. Tears started running down my face. I took his head between my arms 
and hugged him tight as hell while I was sobbing like a child. He just... melted in my arms. When my 
crying calmed a little, I looked at him. He was stuck on my chest. He looked at me, 
expressivelessly. He touched my face with his right hand, gently wiping the tears off my cheeks. 
His hand remained stuck in my hair. 
“I’m so sorry, Seth”, I told him. “ It’s just my fault. I can’t see you posing like this. I can’t treat 
you like this. You are not a slut, why were you telling me such terrible things? I don’t hate you 
and never will, because I can’t. You could literally stab me and I still wouldn’t be able to hate you, 
okay?! Are you listening?” 
He didn’t say a word. He was just staring into my eyes. He was fucking gorgeous. My phone 
rang.  
“Sorry, I have to take this, “ I told him.  
I took my phone and went to the bathroom. 
 
 
 
 
​ *** 
   
 
 
​I knew it. He had someone else. He wasn’t able to fuck me, and after that, he runs in the 
bathroom with his phone, obviously. I felt like shit, what I did was stupid. Accidentally, I 
heard something. 
“Okay, I love you too. I’m still stuck in here, uhh… I found a motel. It’s all fine. Call me when 
you find a flight to Amsterdam, okay? Kisses, bye.”  
He came out of the bathroom. His face expressed nothing. Anxiety started to hit me again. 
I could hear all the voices in my head : “He feels sorry for you, idiot, he didn’t want to tell you 
he has someone already, but he teased you though. You are such a loser.” 
I snapped out of it in a very obvious way. 
“Um, Seth… what’s wrong?” he asked. 
“Nothing,” I answered. “So, I just thought that maybe you should find a place to stay, I’’ ll 
lend you some money and…” 
“Wait, I thought I could stay here, at your place, you were just… wait a second. What the fuck 
is going on here?” 
He got angry and I couldn’’ t understand why, I just felt all that tension feeding my inner 
voices. 
“What?” I asked with a surprised tone.  
Nate’s normal expression turned into a very disgusted expression. I felt attacked. 
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked. 
“I don’ ’t know, maybe it’s because you actually are a slut, and I was completely wrong about 
what you ’ve become? I mean, look, you live in a chic apartment, you have a lot of money, it’s a 
problem that I might want to stay here for tonight because maybe you’re expecting… guests? Or 
may I say clients?!” 
Now it was my turn to gasp like a British lady who was insulted in such a rude way, that 
was beyond her understanding capacity.  
“I beg your pardon!? How dare you! I said those things for you! I mean… no. Seriously, 
what the fuck?!” I yelled. “How can your mouth spit out such bollocks?!” 
“Then explain why the heck are you actually telling me to go away, all of a sudden, when it was 
clearly understandable and obvoius that you wanted me to stay here for the night!” he yelled at 
me. 
“ I don’t know, maybe it’s because you are a cheater?! You should have been to Amsterdam, but 
yet, here you are! Bloody asshole did you become! Also, telling me rubbish about how you don’t 
want me to behave slutty, you said, when you were just trying to make me feel like a loser. Go to 
your boyfriend and leave me alone.” 
He laughed. I stabbed him with a sharp look. 
“What boyfriend, Seth?” he asked, continuing to laugh silently. “I don’t have one, what the 
hell… how did you make such assumptions…” 
“ Cut the pork pies!” I yelled. 
“What?? Pork what?” he asked, confused. 
“ I’m just saying you should stop lying, you bastard! You were talking to him five minutes 
ago!” 
Then he really started laughing. I felt the urge to hit him with the plate full of cookies. Or 
spill hot coffee in his face. 
“That was Sarah, so you know, “ he answered calmly. “Look, here’s the last call with the name 
from the agenda. I can call her to prove it.” 
Silence conquered the room. I could hear one of my cats licking itself. We finally saw each 
other again after two bloody years, and I ruined it. I wasn’t able to talk anymore. I felt 
ashamed of myself. I wanted to bury myself deep into Earth’s crust.  
   
 
 
​ *** 
 
 
 Okay, now that was awkward. But I thought it was cute. He got jealous! I couldn’t believe it. 
He was able to start a fight like this only a half an hour after we saw each other. We haven’t 
seen each other since the day he left. That was three years ago… 
If I were to remember the last days before he left, I would be saying right now that they were 
great, because maybe… just maybe it was for our own good. But I was still asking myself why. 
Why did you leave, Seth? He never told me why. I was thinking about asking him, but after that 
awkward moment it was kinda hard for me or maybe both of us to say a word. I could see it on 
his face. He was sitting silently on the couch sipping his coffee from a tiny british styled cup. 
He was wearing only his pants, the shirt was still on the floor. I sat next to him, grabbed my 
cup of coffee and started sipping awkwardly, wondering if he notices the weird vibe floating 
around us, I could basically hear the cats snoring from the bedroom.  
“Uh, okay. Time to break the awkward silence, Seth. I want to visit this city while I’m here, you 
know”? 
“Nah, it’s boring as hell. We’d be better if we watched a movie.” 
“You’re joking, right?” I asked.