Third Person
Paris, France: Jardin d'Eden
Raine clutched his shirt but the boy held both of her wrists. The girl thought of another way to escape and slid herself down his lap but Bronze was ready for that movement so he transferred Raine's left hand to his other hand to clasp then secured her bottom and waist back on his lap.
The brown-haired adviser tried to unlock Bronze's hand locking Raine's wrists, "Bronze let go!" he whispered and kept looking at Saccharide.
Silver's widened eyes met Bronze's nature colored one before it closed as he continued to explore the girl's hot wet cavern. Raine whimpered as Edward tried to pull him from behind. Bronze lacks the brains but his strength makes up for all of the lessons he missed in school.
"Wha—" Romien dropped his phone and immediately ran behind Saccharide to make sure he's blocking the sight of Bronze kissing the distressed girl.
"Your boyfriend is kissing her. Do something!" Romien whisper-shouted to Bronze's unconcerned lover.
Silver rolled his eyes before finally patting Bronze's head to make him stop.
They thought he'd stop there when Bronze looked at his boyfriend and Silver sent him a lifeless, "Stop..."
'That was probably the lamest thing I have seen,' the brown-haired teen thought.
Romien's comprised attitude snapped when his eyes twitched from what Silver did to stop his boyfriend from harassing somebody else's girlfriend, "What the hell was that?"
Silver just shrugged and closed his eyes to meditate again, "He doesn't want to stop. What will I do? Beg? Never, Gold..."
After another 10 seconds of pulling Raine, they succeeded, only when Bronze decided to let go of her. Raine's chest heaved up and down as Edward wiped her moist cherry lips with a napkin.
Raine repeatedly chanted, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Her teacher kept shushing her as he helped her sit on the other couch away from Bronze who has a big toothy smiled plastered on his face. Any mist of apologetic gesture can't be expected of him when he wiped the escaped saliva from the side of his lips.
"Hey, Monsieur Dum-dum-" Bronze called out to Saccharide who was very still in his place, facing the wall, "Can I make out with your girlfriend?"
Raine felt her heart stopped 3 beats when she heard his question. She looked at Bronze and the boy looked at him lovingly too, "Call me..." he mouthed with the sound and formed an o shape using his index and thumb digits.
Romien sighed and tried to make Bronze stop, "That's literally suicide, Bronze..."
Silver opened his left eye to peek at the nervous girl as Edward tried his best to keep her in condition by massaging her wrists. He closed his eyes before turning to his grinning boyfriend.
Silver wrung Bronze's chin then lightly brushed his lips along his jawline, "If you want to kiss. You could have asked me before and we'll get a separate room later."
Bronze pushed Silver away from his body using his right foot before blandly responding to his late declaration of affection, "Late lover boy, I want to kiss Miss Raine, instead."
Their eyes darted towards the reading male, deeply bothered by how calm and composed he is after all the ginger-haired man's taunts and teases. Raine gulped as all of her strength came back within.
"Kissing her is cardinal sin..."
They all stopped as Saccharide spoke like he was reciting a verse from the bible.
"Those lips are mine..."
She fell for him again...
Bronze laughed and let himself drown in the dramatic tension, "So even in the midst of your girlfriend being kissed by another man, you won't turn around?"
"I know she won't let you kiss her," Proudly, the grey-haired declared and finally turned around to escape the dark corners of his time out wall. Raine completely forgot how handsome he is with his muscular arms flexing his scars.
His imperfections...
"Or her lips are for sipping straws, don't get too cocky!" Bronze replied before pouting.
Saccharide sighed and felt sorry for himself for having to lay his eyes on these shameful performers, "We're leaving..." he smiled at Raine before throwing a sinister look at the older male beside her.
Raine stuttered and covered her mouth, "I- I need to freshen up first, Saccharide"
"I'll show you the restroom, it's outside..." Edward volunteered.
The door closed and Romien took a blot of tension between Saccharide and Bronze so he took it upon himself to end it, "It's your turn to clean dinner mess, Bronze!"
Bronze blinked and looked at the table full of destroyed crusts, empty cans of soda pops, and a few used napkins with smudges of greases and cheeses on them. He turned to Romien and smiled like a goof, he reached for the hand of the guitarist, batted his naturally long eyelashes.
Bronze squeaked, "Help me!"
"Of course! On the way to the garbage disposal section, I'll teach you about the Biodegradable, Non- Biodegradable, and Recyclable for the sixth time," Romien said like an Environmental teacher- volunteer.
Their hands became full as they took the time to wipe the floor clean from the spilled contents. Romien sprayed liquid air fresher and placed it on the countertop of the nearby cupboard.
His emerald eyes shone as he rushes to the front entrance effortlessly carrying "Hey slowpoke come on! Carry it like a man! How could you let a young boy like me surpassed your strength?!" he spat our insults like an elementary bully, "You should be ashamed of your—"
"I'm 18," Romien interrupted as he was already outside with a big plastic bag, holding the door open for Bronze, "Bronze, you're already 25."
"Stop reminding me of my current age! I still believe the calendar was wrong for turning me into a 25-year-old baby boy. He doesn't get the fact that he has to count the candles I already blew for my birthdays" the boy threw a tantrum as he stomped his heavy feet outside.
"That's not a fact," Romien said before he finally beamed a smile at the two males sitting comfortably on the couch.
Then the door closed—
Silver turned the music on again before his lips curled into a smile, "Greetings, Angel Caliber..."
He still has his mask on his face but it's clear he has the face of an angel. The aura they are emitting was visible, it was the sole thing that makes them recognize each other's identity. Except, Silver's glow was already faint, meaning he doesn't have much chance left.
"I wonder how, I wonder why—"
"What a small world, Angel Daire," Saccharide muttered politely and revealed the original form of the jet black-haired boy in front of him.
"Yesterday you told me about the blue, blue sky"
In his vision, he was a model figure in his initial life on Earth. He was a female model. A victoria secret angel who died because of ecstasy and heroin overdosing. She has short blonde hair and a petite form. Her caramel-colored eyes matched the hair of his boyfriend and her heart-shaped lips decorated her round face well.
"Another reincarnated soul from Angel's realm..." Saccharide commented, "It's rare to see a feminine soul in a male's body."
"I agree," she moved her head slightly and nodded.
The grey-haired boy asked, "How many chances?"
It's a trend among reincarnated souls. Tradition. Whatever they want to call it, it's one of the first things they ask each other if they meet one of their kind.
"This is my last chance," the mature female said with a serious hint of disappointment
Relaxing his feet on the couch, he replied, "5..."
"How did you die?" the girl asked keeping her straight back, unlike the male who made himself at home. It's reasonable. He spent almost an hour not sitting or eating anything from the ordered food.
"Suicide because of some bitch who doesn't love me and decided to hook up with a guy in her chemistry class," Now that he remembers the same event over and over again, it was just a mere farce for him. It was a long story of how a dream became a dreadful nightmare.
It was practically the whole sum up of his life since he became the right age.
"Cupid inflicted murder on me," she muttered. Her lack of information made the boy turned to look at her with questioning orbs.
"What?" he asked to clarify.
Sighing to the boy's question, the girl rephrased it in one word, "Crime of Passion."
Saccharide made an 'o' shape with his lips before nodding, not trying to make the girl spill a melodrama about her life. He's too tired for that.
"What seems to be the problem with his soul?" the female soul started with a new topic.
"Daddy issues," he simply said before asking, "What about yours?"
The woman gave him a scrutinized look before answering, "Nothing. My life's perfect,"
"It can't be..." he chuckled, "You know that's not permitted,"
"A soul must only be reincarnated in a person who is not living the life he was given right," his tone became more serious as he rose from the couch to sit with more etiquette," He explained as he stared at the faded glow that outlines the woman's figure, "You can't switch to a person who is in the right path,"
Angel Daire, who was known as "Silver" smirked and admired his knowledge about the rules of the angel realm, "I thought you'll be a newbie in this but you're right..."
She put her hands on her chest and felt the banging knock of her heart out of its rib cage, "It's safe to say that I know how to be in the right rush of waves in my life but I don't want to take it," she let it out as her fellow angel companion listened, "I know the door, I just don't want to open it."
Saccharide stood up and stretched his a little bit, "What do you mean?"
"All I have to do is to love him and everything will be done according to heaven's plan," she sighed and looked above the ceiling.
Imagining, the faces of the angels who told her the rules and consequences of reincarnation. Her tears turned into little speckles of beads on the side of her eyes as her tear ducts stung.
"Who? The gingerbread airhead?" Saccharide queried.
"That idiot is very difficult to love," she sighed before wiping the crystal path on her cheeks made by her tears, "My heart pumps like how a horse gallops towards the finish line whenever I'm with him but for some reason, it's not my heart that's beating."
The girl clutched the fabric covering her chest with a deadly tight clutch
"It's this person's heart. This body loves him but I don't. I pretend I love him, that's why I classify my life as a perfect one."
"But, I'm not happy," he confessed.
"I'm not easy to love either. I'm a sadistic psychopath with 2 mental disorders who loves writing poetry. I am the son of the warrior king who doesn't give a fuck if he kills everybody on this planet," Saccharide talked shit about himself and said it like a lovely poem, "Before that, I'm originally an obsessive control freak who loves too much and ends up jumping down the building then dying in front of my girlfriend who left me because of a prettier male."
Smiling when his brain sent a random mild shock to his heart as an image of his girl appeared in his brain, "But as you can see, someone poured buckets of blood and tears to love me."
The other angel in the room felt a little envy on her part as she witnesses the visibility of the boy's love for his destined soul. But he doesn't know her situation, he'll never understand unless it'll happen to him.
"Raine wasn't your past lover, was she?" she asked.
Lifting his thick eyebrow, he said "No,"— with a bolt of tone.
"Then you won't understand me," her sad smile turned into a frown which was eventually blocked by the shadows made by the curtains of her locks.
The next set of words that escaped her lips made the boy's feet cemented on the ground.
"Bronze was the reason why I didn't feel true love..."
He didn't see her face but she was transparent clear with her words.
"He was my ex."
But it can't be. Can it? Then it means...