"lights go dark"

Why was he crying? Apologising? Why am I so calm? After what I've just witnessed how can I bet his calm?

"Please don't cry." I say as I place my hand on his shoulder. "She wouldn't have wanted this, I would know." He simply raised his head and stared into my eyes, he silenly pressed his hand to my face and wiped away tears from under my glasses.

I was crying, sobbing. Calling out her name. I couldn't stop.

"Stop Crying"

"Stop Crying"

He was pleading for me to stop crying, it only made me sob louder. Her words had had the same warmth, the same intent.

"In the moment we're lost and found."

A sudden warmth surrounded me as his arms wrapped around me, I was perplexed. It felt different yet…so good. My own arms wrapped around him. My voice was shaky, I could barely make out his name.

"G-Gaius…"

"I just want to be by your side"

He pulled back and our eyes met again, my heart skipped a beat. My face was heating up, I was barely breathing. The curly hair, the green hair, the freckles. His face was perfect, a piece of art. More handsome than any piece of art I ever created, that's for sure.

Yet, this look of disapproval as he looked away. My servant broke our line of thought. My servant defied me. Again. And I was not going to stand for it anymore

"If these wings could fly"

My face closed the distance between us, my lips forcefully crashing down on his. This was his punishment. He would listen to me from now on or I'll have to do it again and again

Huh? He was….kissing back. I opened my eyes and for the first time since she died I saw him…smile. This precious warmth spread throughout my entire body as I felt his hands take off my glasses. He was blurry yet, shining with all his power.

"Damn these walls"

He was the one to pull away, making my heart sink like a brick being thrown into a pond. I searched his face for a look of pleasure, enjoyment. But none of it was there, just that stupid look of dissaprovement again. I was enraged

"Ethan, you know we can't do this…"

I lashed out, my hand colliding with his cheek as tears filled my green eyes once more.

"Fuck the rules! You're supposed to listen to me and my rules! I'm the prince and you're a mere servant, don't you dare defy me." I sounded pathetic, that shaky voice. A young child throwing a tantrum.

"In the moment we're ten feet tall"

I laid down on my bed, everything still as blurry. For some reason he was still here. I wonder if he was in pain, shock. It didn't matter, he knew better than to defy me. He will leave in 3…2…1

Huh?

"We will remember tonight"

That familiar warmth was flowing through my body again, his form resting ontop of me. His curls were covering my face yet I didn't seem to mind. Instead I took a handful of them, he wouldn't leave this time. I wouldn't let him leave. This was our night. As he pulled back I searched fort hat look of disapproval but it wasn't anywhere to be seen. He was wearing this warm smile that made me giggle in a girly way.

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be, you were right. I'm your servant afterall."

"Does your cheek still hurt?"

"yes"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise."

We went back and forth like this, sharing kisses and hugs throughout the night. That familiar warmth, his touch, his gaze ,they were enchanting and I was enjoying every single second of his attention.

I couldn't have asked for more.

"For the rest of our lives."