[✔] White over Red (boyxboy)

֍CHAPTER 2: Writer's Block

<He knows that the old man will come back later to watch the show. He knows what he has to do soon so he prepared himself for what's to come.>... Wait. William stopped writing and began to think again about the plot in his head. He should put in more emotions for the main character. The readers need to understand his desperation. <His anxiety kicks in as he realises that the old man will come back later to watch the 'show'. He knows what he has to do soon so he prepared himself mentally and also physically for what's to come. The other guy by his side has been crying for a while now. Angel crawls towards him and forces himself to smile in an effort to calm the other person down. "Hey, we need to do this," Angel said. "It's okay. We will make it through," he added. He hoped that he could comfort himself too by saying this. He has to find a way out of this shithole. That sick old man might never let them go but in order to survive, Angel would do anything. No matter how perverted it is.> That should do it for now. The two main characters had been kidnapped by the perverted old man. Next, he'll just have to write about what the old man made them do. Nonetheless, William still felt like it lacked something. What was lacking? What was it? William ran his fingers through his own hair to think but he still couldn't figure it out. "I need a smoke," he spoke aloud and got up from his seat.

Inspiration. He needed inspiration. And he needed it desperately. Probably as desperate as Angel, one of the main characters in his novel. But what was his muse? That would be the question. As he blew the smoke out from his lips, he pondered about it over and over again. It should be his dark past. Or it could have been his harsh life growing up in the hands of one relative to another. Or it might have been his sexual orientation which was hard for others to accept. But at the end of the day, he could feel it in his guts that his muse would probably be the monster within him. It was hereditary after all. "How ironic," William muttered to himself. The cold wind was blowing as he stood at his balcony, he had run out of cigarettes, and there was only a blank page on his computer screen on his table. A pile of files was stacked on the right side of his table. Those are all the information he had gathered regarding a police case that had caught his interest.

For his next novel, he had researched through cases of missing teenagers for inspiration. Due to this, he found a very interesting case that had happened in a small town in New Russia. It had recently been solved. They found the culprit but had yet to arrest him. The thing that he found to be most intriguing about the case was that he had suspicion that there should be more to the story. His instinct had told him that there was something wrong with the case. It was almost as if it was orchestrated by someone. "Kliment Miyamoto," William spoke of the name of the dead teenager. He wished to find and interview this boy's twin brother but so far, he couldn't find the right connection to pull the strings.

To put it simply, he is currently frustrated. So, he couldn't write. And he couldn't think. All he had was his instinct and curiosity. It has been bothering him for months. At this time, he knew that even taking a smoke break at the balcony wouldn't help him to continue writing his novel. The monster within him seemed to have been quiet these days. He hated to admit that he had reached a writer's block. What a shame...

"I'm horny," he suddenly complained to himself. "I need to get laid." Usually, after a satisfying one night stand, he could write. The problem was just that finding an excellent fuckboy was hard work. He might not find anyone suitable at all tonight. But still, he didn't waste his time. He grabbed his coat and immediately headed towards a gay bar he was familiar with.

He didn't place a high expectation on tonight. But he was about to meet someone that far exceeded his expectations.

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~You just don't know it yet, but you love me and I love you the same. One day we'll have a pretty wedding and I'll be your everything.~ The music was playing in the background. A tall man was seated looking at the screen of his laptop which displayed a photo of a brown-skinned man with dark curly hair. The photo appeared to be taken without the man's knowledge. The man's eyes shine under the bright sun, looking almost golden-like. He possessed a unique kind of beauty that it was close to ethereal. ~We'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part. Oh, you don't know it yet but baby I've already got your heart.~ The tall man smiled to himself. The dimples on both of his cheeks deepened in the process. "Found you," he muttered to himself in a gentle voice. His eyes, however, harboured a deep dark desire.

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LYRICS CREDITS:

Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra – An Unhealthy Obsession

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Next update: 2023/05/19

*Author's Note: I will write about 500 to 1000 words for each chapter. It won't exceed 1k words for now since I'm quite occupied with other stuff. This novel is a metafiction. William's novel will be inserted here and there in this one. It's important for you to pay attention to his novel. Some parts of it are related to his own past albeit distortedly. -K