Chapter 7: Boy Towels

Chapter 7: Boy Towels

Chapter 7

Boy Towels

His next go-around, Sylas was smart; rather than walking out and trying to play a hero, he instead stayed back and waited until Boy had lived through the nightmare and everyone else had dispersed before stepping out and walking over to the library. He saw the young man huddled in a corner and he was crying. It was a low weep, like one of the heartbreak, and what added to the sadness was that he was stroking a book's lathery pages gently in the process.

"W-who's there?!" he barked out when he heard the sound of the approaching footsteps, shooting onto his feet and freezing when he saw Sylas. "Who are you? This place is off-limits for the guards!"

" I sympathize," Sylas said with a bitter smile. His act was on already.

H-huh?

Sylas quickly fixed up a story that conveniently had similar beats to Boy's, in a somewhat obvious and child-like attempt to garner sympathy. Yet, from the Boy's increasingly pained expression, it seemed to work. Too well, perhaps.

R-right, yes! Finally finally someone who understands, Boy walked over immediately, entirely unsuspecting like a nave little child. Someone who understands my pain. He extended his arms and gave Sylas a wide hug. The latter put on an odd look for a moment before hugging the young man back; he expected a bit of resistance to the manipulation, but it was clear that just because someone was a bookworm hardly meant they were any cleverer than an uneducated shepherd. Are you are you okay now? Luckily, their physical touch only ever stayed over my clothes. I I cant imagine what I would have done if I had lived through what you had.

Im better, Sylas continued. Im still terrified of the womans toucheven the love of my life, Irene, left me because every time she tried to touch me Id begin screaming and thrashing away at her. And now Im alone. Alone in this cruel world.

You are not alone! Boy exclaimed. I I may not be able to replace the love of your life, but I will be your friend! If you ever need someone to talk to and pour out your heart to you can always come to me, no matter the time of the day. Sylas, listening to the young man, was touched; he couldnt remember the last time he encountered a genuinely decent person in his life. Granted, his lifestyle hardly afforded itself to meeting those types, but still. For someone to unconditionally offer their support to a complete stranger theyd just met it either spoke of the grave naivety or a heart so broad it had no bounds.

Y-you you dont? Boy, on the other hand, took Sylas blank state as confusion, prompting yet another brief session of crying and hugging on the mans part. Just did did you receive any education?

I khm, I was taught how to milk and herd cattle, Sylas quickly made up a lie. And a little bit how to swing a sword though I never took to it. It was the reason why my father would repeatedly beat me senseless, trying to make me a man. Sylas backstory kept growing darker and darkerin fact, it was a bit too tailored of a sob story to the point that almost anyone on Earth would have long since given him a stink eye and ignored him completely. Boy, on the other hand boy did he ever buy it.

Dear God! You your life aah, he hugged Sylas yet again and cried. This time around, though, the hug was tighter and lasted longer. Did I push it too far? "Don't worry. I I may not be an amazing man myself, but I will teach you everything I know. II may not have much, but here," he suddenly hurried off to the singular desk and reached into the drawer. A moment later, the clanking of the coins shimmered the silence as Boy pulled out a small handful of silver-shining pieces, carrying them over to Sylas and pushing them toward him. "This is fourteen silver pieces. If if youd only come yesterday, I would have had more. Take itI dont care where you spend it, just promise me youll keep coming back so I can teach you.

keep your coins, Boy, Sylas smiled gently and closed the young mans hand. Your support and friendship are worth far more than some partly shine.

If eyes could be lighthouses and beacons, the young mans would have been the brightest at that moment. Boys hands began shaking and coins began dripping down like rain, clanking against the stoned floor. Snot soon followed the tears and if anyone from the side could see the scene, theyd no doubt believe Sylas was outright torturing the young lad. Alas

Sylas flinched, his ears perking up. Over the past many-a-lives in the castle, hed attuned a keen sense of hearing for the Ghoulish noisesand he was picking them up now, and they were approaching. It was time, he knew. Time to bid Boy farewell as well as their current reality. At least, the day was productive; hed be able to easily replicate it and get more information. The problem was the timeframehed have to adjust how much he knew for each restart and his pity points would likely keep dropping. Then again, that was for the future Sylas to figure out.

Hm? What is that sound? Boy asked sheepishly.

Go hide in the corner, Sylas said, sighing, a sour feeling surging within him. Somehow he didnt want to say goodbye. Not just yet, anyway. And wait for it all to pass.

For what to pass? Sylas? Where are you going? Sylas could still hear the soft calls of the young man as he tossed himself into the Ghoulish arms, ending yet another timeline.

On your feet, maggot! he didnt quite feel like getting up immediately though. It was warmth. The feeling of being accepted and acknowledged and recognized without any ulterior motives. It was entirely unfamiliar and yet his pitiful brain craved it as much as it craved food.

I still have to save him, he mused inwardly. And since I know all his trigger points, it will be easy. Yeah. Anyway, onto the future victories New novel chapters are published on