"But it is easy to call a man in love a mad man."
― Brendan Connell, Metrophilias
Darkness.
That was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. He blinked multiple times trying to wake up in case it was a dream, but he had the same results. He tried to sit up only to have his head bump into something soft and sturdy, wincing he rubbed the back of his neck and moved his hand to his head. He was surprised to feel something soft on his temple. Slowly moving his hand he felt it from his temple to his cheekbone then he moved his hand up and roamed the object that was above him. He then moved until he reached its side, with his other hand he did the same and came up with the same result, it felt soft, smooth, and plush like a mattress. Raising his leg he felt the same material on his foot, he concluded that he was inside some sort of box, a large one, and that the most important thing for him at that moment was to get out.
He pressed the material above him with both of his hands and pushed, he tried again, again, and again. He panted slightly and started to push the sides as well, after failing multiple times he started to hit and kick the material.
"Help!" he yelled, "let me out!" He kept hitting and kicking to the point where he used his body to rock the box, ignoring the small sharp pains his muscle contracted when he did so, but it wouldn't move. "Help! Somebody! Anybody! Help me!"
There was a sudden clicking sound and a bright light making him flinch and raise his arm quickly covering his eyes. Slowly removing lowering his arm he blinked until his vision adjusted to the light and saw a dark figure above him. Before he could identify its features it quickly moved back as he sat up touching his forehead in pain, trying to avoid his now throbbing temple. "Ugh! My head, who are you?"
Looking towards the figure, he realized it was a slightly tall young man, a brunette, with light skin, a short faux style hair a bit spiked up in the front; he had chocolate brown eyes, and plump pinkish lips. He had a black vest over a light blue button up shirt with sleeves reaching above his elbow, dark brown pants, and blue vans. "James," he said quietly his eyes widening a bit in surprise. "D-do you remember anything?"
He groaned and rubbed his eyes slightly, he tried to remember the last thing he did, but nothing came to him only a sharp pain behind his eyes, "no, everything's blank. Who are you? Where am I and more importantly who am I?"
He saw the brunette slowly take a step forward making him move back a bit as he took his hand. He was surprised when the young man started to rub circles on the back of his palm with his thumb comforting him a bit, but was a bit untrustworthy toward him. However, he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat and his cheeks warm up a bit at his touch. He looked up and couldn't help, but be mesmerized by his eyes that seem to glow with concern and with another emotion he couldn't identify, but it made his chest tighten slightly at the sight. The brunette swallowed nervously before he spoke, "I'm Logan Mitchell and your James Diamond, my boyfriend."
Hello! Welcome to this story. I would like to say thank you for reading and that this is a short story most likely ten chapters, but it could be longer. Reviews are appreciated and hope you stick around for the rest.
