An alarm clock beeped. Outside, birds chirped to signal the start of another day. Inside the plain white house, Leo stirred in bed. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, then stared at the wall while he blinked several times.
“Leo, dear,” his mom called up the stairs. “Breakfast will be ready soon. I’m making pancakes!”
He threw the blankets back and got out of bed, walking down the hall to the bathroom. The light clicked on, and it was clear that he had major bedhead. Leo wiped the last remnants of sleep from his eyes and showered. The first blast of cold water woke him up completely, and the temperature soon became perfect.
After getting out of the shower, he stared at himself in the mirror again. The dark circles under his eyes made him look like a raccoon, and sometimes that felt accurate. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to get a good night of sleep.
As he continued to look in the mirror, a sharp feeling filled his body and he closed his eyes. Sandpaper being dragged across his heart, leaving scars that wouldn't heal. He ignored the feeling and went back to his room. Leo got dressed, wearing jeans and a black T-shirt. A puma was on the front of the shirt, his school mascot.
He put on the dark gray sweatshirt that he wore every day, pulling the sleeves down to make sure they completely covered his arms. Even though it was already summer, he still kept it on.
Shoes were the final touch, one of his favorite things to wear. The comfortable shoes seemed to hug his feet. He’d bought special insoles that made them even better. Leo wore them everywhere, even to church and other activities that would usually be considered “formal.” When he’d first received the shoes as a birthday present, he wore them for the rest of the day, even going so far as to wear them while he slept.
His mom knocked on the open door to let him know that she was there: four sharp knocks, a second of pause, then two more quick taps. It was Morse code for “HI,” and they’d used it as the family knock since he was seven and decided to memorize the code. Sometimes, he wanted to say his many thoughts and feelings in a rapid bout of taps, but he was the only one who had the whole code memorized. She only knew the one greeting.
“Breakfast is ready,” she said.
“Alright.” He looked across the room and saw his reflection in another mirror.
Why are there so many mirrors in this house, anyway?
“What are your plans for today?” She walked over and tried to put a hand on his shoulder, but he moved away from her grasp.
He shrugged, trying to keep his breathing under control. “I don’t know. I’ll probably hang out with my friends. Mark, Jay, Eddie, those guys.”
“When will you be back?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“I was just thinking.” She picked up a trophy from when he’d played soccer in third grade and blew some dust off of it. “Maybe we could go see a movie tonight? Something as a family.”
“Ah, yes. What a wonderful family we are.” Leo stepped past, taking care not to brush against her, and went down the stairs. He grabbed two pancakes—plus his phone and wallet—and went out the door.
He hated just leaving like that, but he knew that, if he stayed, they would’ve kept talking. Which would lead to her asking the dreaded question: How are you feeling? She thought she knew the answer to the four words, but she only knew about The Incident, and that affected her, too. Everything else was his to deal with on his own.
The sadness had passed. He’d dealt with those emotions a long time ago, burying them as deep in his subconscious as he could. It meant that he couldn’t relate to people or comfort them in the same way that he used to, but he didn’t really care much anyway.
Without any sadness to weigh him down, he got to sit around with everything else. Alone in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Before The Incident, glow-in-the-dark stars adorned the ceiling like jewelry on a rich woman but, after the sadness was buried, he ripped the stars off of the ceiling and threw them out the window. Pieces of the putty used to secure the stars still remained on the ceiling, glaring down at him like a million eyes of scorn.
When he sat in bed, his mind ran free of its chains, filling his head with emotions, with anger usually shining through. The emotions led him to—
He pinched the back of his hand hard enough to leave a bruise.
Nope.
Not going to think about that.
The pinching did seem like the opposite of what would help, but he hadn’t been trying it long enough to see if there was any difference. Rubi, the therapist he’d been seeing without his mom knowing, told him that it might help.
He walked down the street, nibbling on the pancakes. They really were delicious, but it was too late to tell his mom now. He kept walking until he reached Eddie’s house. It was in the rich suburbs, with perfectly groomed lawns and white picket fences. The idyllic American neighborhood. Leo’s house was in the suburbs, as well, but only because they still had some money from before The Incident.
He knocked on the door, unconsciously tapping Morse code for SOS. Luckily, Eddie himself answered. His parents were far too chatty and upbeat for nine o’clock on a Tuesday morning. All they ever wanted to talk about was their latest business deal, or gloat about how much money they made. Sometimes, they would remember The Incident and have a two minute pity party before talking about themselves.
“Do you want to hang out?” Eddie asked. Leo realized that he’d been standing outside without saying a word, lost in his own thoughts once again.
“If that’s okay.”
“Yeah. My parents are out of town on a business trip, so we’ve got the whole house to ourselves. I’ll call the others and invite them over, too. Sounds good?”
“Yes.” Leo said a quick prayer of thanks to anyone who might’ve played a part in getting Eddie’s parents away from the house. However, the amount of time they left their son alone at home had to be illegal. They seemed to always be off on some kind of “business trip” or even just doing “work stuff.” It wasn’t like Leo could do anything about it, but it was nice to have another reason to dislike his friend’s parents.
Within ten minutes, the house was brimming with teenage boys. Some played video games, some sat around on their phones, and some—miraculously—talked to each other. While they did their various activities, clouds rolled across the sky, followed soon thereafter by rain and thunder.
Leo sat on the floor in the corner of the room, sleeves pulled down over his hands. All of them were so happy, playing their stupid games. As he sat there, a boy who Leo didn’t recognize walked over and looked down at him. His eyes were a strange shade of green, like jade mixed with freshly mown grass, boiled down, blended, strained, and then purified until it became the perfect color.
“Hey,” the newcomer said. He sat down next to Leo, who scooted farther into the corner and pulled his sleeves lower. If the boy noticed any of this, he didn’t comment.
“I’m Chris.” The green-eyed boy smiled and extended a hand in greeting, which Leo ignored.
“I’m Leo. Do you need something?”
“Not that I can think of. You just looked sad over here on your own.”
There was that word again. Sad.
“I’m not sad. I’m perfectly fine.”
Chris raised his eyebrows. “Are you? When I look at you, I see a little bit of myself.”
“I doubt that.” How could he see himself? There was not an ounce of confidence in Leo’s body right now, while Chris seemed to exude it. He was easily the coolest person Leo had ever met.
At that moment, the power decided to go out. The house was filled with darkness, and the voices of every single person grew louder and louder, overlapping each other in dissonant harmonies.
It was too much like The Incident. Leo remembered it now as his heart sped up and his breathing became haggard. Darkness. Voices calling out for help. He opened his eyes and found the same darkness. Screams began to assault his ears, driving into his skull like rusted nails. He managed to start crawling, calling out for his dad through the tears. His vision faded back to normal, but he couldn’t see much other than twisted metal and flames. Something grabbed his ankle, and he kicked out violently. He turned and saw his dad lying on the wet concrete, leg bent at an awkward angle. Before his dad could speak, Leo stood and ran away. That wasn’t his dad, it had to be some monster. He reached the sidewalk and looked for his real dad. Behind him, there was an explosion, but that was the last thing he remembered before he collapsed.
It had been his real dad, not a monster.
He’d run away and left his dad behind. Not just left him behind. Left him behind to die.
Back at Eddie’s house, a tear made its way down his cheek, the first one since he’d stopped crying after The Incident. Strong arms wrapped around him, surprisingly warm despite the cool air that had been coming from the AC. He twisted away from his unknown captor, but they held fast.
“It’s okay.” The words were whispered in his ear and, for a second, it seemed like they’d actually helped. His breathing became even more rapid, and he pulled away from the arms.
“It is okay.” This time more forcefully, and he recognized Chris’ voice.
“You don’t know that,” Leo muttered.
The lights came back on, and Leo realized that, while he was struggling, his sleeve had gotten pulled up. Not much, but it was enough to see—
“Go away!” Leo yanked the sleeve down, hoping that Chris was just as oblivious as every other one of the boys.
After a moment of silence, Chris spoke. “I do know that it is okay. You’re not the only one who is going through this. Some of us have angel tears as well.”
He turned his arm, and Leo could see the silvery lines.
His breathing started speeding up again, but Chris put a hand on his shoulder. Something that no one had done in a long time.
“Angel tears?” Leo whispered the question, worried that someone was eavesdropping. Not a chance. They had all returned to their previous activities.
“When my mom found out, she told me that these are the tears of angels. They see all of the pain that we’re going through and so they cry. Their tears create marks on our skin to remind us of how much we are really loved.”
“I’ve heard something similar, but it’s just a dumb—”
Chris held up a finger to stop Leo from continuing. “Hey, don’t insult the angels, man. I understand that life sucks sometimes, but you need to stop burying your emotions. Have a good cry every once in a while. Let it all out. Talk to your parents. My mom… isn’t in the picture anymore, so I always talk to my dad if there’s anything wrong.”
“I can’t talk to my dad ever again, and my mom doesn’t understand. She thinks everything is okay.”
“Everything is okay, remember? Angel tears. You are loved. If you’re positive that your mom won’t react favorably, you can alway come hang out with me. My dad has heard everything, trust me. Besides, he’s got a couple angel tears like we do. So, he’s chill. Here.”
The two exchanged phone numbers and, as if on cue, Chris’ phone buzzed.
“Well, that’s my dad saying that I need to come home now. I’ll text you later, maybe even call. I don’t have anything planned tomorrow if you want to come over and hang out.”
“Sounds great. My mom will be fine with it. I’m making new friends anyway.”
Chris laughed. “Well, this new friend kind of forced his way into your life, but I feel like he made the right choice.” The green-eyed wonderboy stood and left.
“He definitely did.” Leo looked out the window as his new friend walked down the sidewalk, spinning and dancing in the rain.
“I feel like I just found my angel.”