Mayora Body

      I have lost it, totally lost it. No way back now. For weeks I can't bring myself to check my phone, I can't open the group messages. Not anymore.

     It has been three weeks since Mayora confessed his romantic attractions toward Timbo, and things have not been well for Mayora. He can't get it out of his head. All the words are playing on a loop inside his brain, time and time again.

     He kept it to himself, not risking any chances. He has not even had any contact with Timbo since. His works are barely affected, thankfully. Things could get from bad to worse if he can't perform his job properly and to the worst if he gets fired because of it.

     Unlike the troubled Mayora, Timbo shows no sign of being conflicted. His regular social media posts are no different from before although his previous posts are mostly club-related activities and the post captions are pretty generic. 

     The bane of being an athlete, I guess. You cannot act to your heart's content anymore. Never mind the 'morally correct thing to do' or 'be a good image to the young one' , a more personal issue is sponsorship and contractual obligations. Serious stuff if you never paid attention to it before. Act wrongly and you have hefty fines to pay.

Mayora Mind

      It was in my second years of high school that I acquainted with them, meeting through sheer luck and fate. I, for one, never heard of them before and vice-versa. We lived in the same city, going through the same middle school even, yet we never met each other in any way, shape, or form. Until that day.

     It was not a 'proper' meeting per se, we meet due to a middleman, in an online video game. There was the usual awkwardness in the first meeting, then came the second, then the third, and so on and so forth. In my third year of high school, we became regular gaming buddies. With no pre-determined gaming schedule,  we just hit up the other party when we want to.

Fire

 There is a fire burning inside me

'Burning'?

There is a fire

'Fire'?

Lusty Ceramics

I live in a castle owned by some pompous prince that liked to party all night. Some might say I lived an easy life, all my needs taken care of by the maids, the prince usually not around and thus giving me a lot of freedom, and the castle itself is nice. Clean and comfortable, not much can be asked for more. But of course, there is something that I craved.

I wanted someone to love, I wished for a partner

I prayed until I fell asleep for years. In this regal quarter, I was the only one made without a counterpart. Tragic.