Boy
he looks at the sky that night, and there are no stars– not that he expected any different. the stars lie in the eyes of the boy asleep next to him, the boy who's been asleep for hours now. it is three in the morning, after all. not everyone's mind races as much as his own, so much that they stay up all night– thinking, worrying, fearing.
they met eight days ago, and now they're sleeping under the same roof, as the rain falls heavily– the only sound for miles. he holds him, only because it is freezing cold– atleast, that's what he tells himself. it's been seven days since the rain decided to destroy the town, and it hasn't stopped since then. it's the only sight he remembers seeing, the only sound he remembers hearing. the beauty of the rain has long worn off. rain isn't creation anymore: it is destruction.
the boy next to him sighs, and buries his face in his shoulder. it is instantly warmer.
the thoughts don't stop there. he is afraid of the rain, but he is more afraid of the boy leaving. will he be gone when the rain stops? will they never see each other again? the boy seems to be the only beauty left in the world, the only reason why the rain is beautiful. it is beautiful to have the boy in his arms, it is beautiful to wake up to his smile, beautiful to see him laugh. he doesn't want the boy to go away, ever.
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“are you afraid?”
“what would i be afraid of?”
“i don't know; you've lost everything, haven't you? aren't you scared?”
“everything i was afraid of has happened. now, i fear nothing.”
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if the boy leaves– when the boy leaves– he will have nothing left, and he will break. the boy next to him is all that's holding him together, glue. the boy next to him has taped his heart back together, and when he leaves, his heart will run out of cellotape– he knows it. his heart will tear open, and nothing will ever be okay again.
he will only have the memory of this beautiful boy, and nothing do but stay in love, tragically in love.
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“oh, i'm not leaving.”
“you're not?”
“do you want me to?”
“never.”
“then, why would i?”
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the boy next to him opens his eyes– and he sees the stars for the first time that night.
they met eight days ago, and now they're sleeping under the same roof, as the rain falls heavily– the only sound for miles. he holds him, only because it is freezing cold– atleast, that's what he tells himself. it's been seven days since the rain decided to destroy the town, and it hasn't stopped since then. it's the only sight he remembers seeing, the only sound he remembers hearing. the beauty of the rain has long worn off. rain isn't creation anymore: it is destruction.
the boy next to him sighs, and buries his face in his shoulder. it is instantly warmer.
the thoughts don't stop there. he is afraid of the rain, but he is more afraid of the boy leaving. will he be gone when the rain stops? will they never see each other again? the boy seems to be the only beauty left in the world, the only reason why the rain is beautiful. it is beautiful to have the boy in his arms, it is beautiful to wake up to his smile, beautiful to see him laugh. he doesn't want the boy to go away, ever.
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“are you afraid?”
“what would i be afraid of?”
“i don't know; you've lost everything, haven't you? aren't you scared?”
“everything i was afraid of has happened. now, i fear nothing.”
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if the boy leaves– when the boy leaves– he will have nothing left, and he will break. the boy next to him is all that's holding him together, glue. the boy next to him has taped his heart back together, and when he leaves, his heart will run out of cellotape– he knows it. his heart will tear open, and nothing will ever be okay again.
he will only have the memory of this beautiful boy, and nothing do but stay in love, tragically in love.
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“oh, i'm not leaving.”
“you're not?”
“do you want me to?”
“never.”
“then, why would i?”
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the boy next to him opens his eyes– and he sees the stars for the first time that night.
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