They lived in a world where tomorrow was never guaranteed. There was always the question of whether or not they would survive the next 24 hours. Their friendship was the shaky unstable friendship of two lonely souls looking for companionship. It was the kind of friendship that could be destroyed in a second, but miraculously survived. It was the fragile strand of a spider's web. Fragile and easily destroyed by themselves, but together they were stronger. Less vulnerable. But, this unspoken arrangement had its flaws. They were together and yet very much alone. They simply remained together for the mutual comfort they gave each other. They were friends not because they wanted to be, but more because they had to be. They stayed together for survival. It was a lonely and fragile existence, but it kept them alive.
Over time they began to care for one another. They began to talk about things other than survival or the plans for the next day. They talked of hopes, dreams, and fears. The began to lean on one another, one always ready to catch the other should they fall. They listened to each other. They laughed and smiled together. They cried and shared heartaches together. One might even go as far as to call it love.
Their lives were on the line. Every breath was precious, every second treasured. It was so ironic that they should come to love each other too late. They spent all of their numbered days together, waking up in each other's arms and passing the day with whispered promises of better days ahead and stolen kisses. Nights they spent curled together under the blankets, skin on skin, their bodies a mass of tangled limbs and frantically beating hearts. They lay close together, reveling in the warmth of each other's embrace. But, like all good things, this too came to an end.
They knew that in a heartbeat they would willingly give up their lives for the one they loved. Only, they never thought they would die alone, miles apart. The memories of warm skin and gentle kisses replaced the feeling of the cold ground. The memories of whispered loves and beating hearts replaced the agonizing pain. The memories of smiles and laughter, warm touches and panting breath, beautiful, treasured moments replaced the cold feeling of death. Their lives ended the same way they began. Alone and dreaming of love.
This is a vague story that I wrote a while back that reminded me of Matt and Mello's relationship.
