-Silver Dew-
This is my first ever fanfic, so I hope you enjoy ! :)
"Sye. I love you…so much. Please, will you marry me?"
Syed smiled at his life partner. His fiancé.
"I would love to."
Christian beamed wider and stood, pulling Syed closer towards him. Syed raised a hand and wiped a silver-dew tear from Christian's cheek. "Stop it! You'll make me start!"
Christian shook his head. "I can't believe it. We're doing this Sye. We're getting married!"
"The wedding's off!" Syed yelled, crossing his arms over his chest angrily. "Just forget it!"
Christian stared at Syed, dumbfounded. The weight of the words hung heavily in the air between them. He'd never seen Syed this angry before, and even so, what right did he have to display his anger now, today? All Christian had done was…
"Fine!" he said, wanting to apologise to take away his boyfriend's hurt, but too proud to do so. "Fine." He repeated stupidly.
Syed stared at him for a moment, with a look Christian couldn't quite decipher.
"I want you to leave," he said quietly.
"What?" Christian asked, his voice dangerously quiet. "It's my flat." Even now, in the heat of the argument, he couldn't resist trying to soften his tone. "I mean, I mean, it's our flat."
"Okay," shrugged Syed, reaching over to the sofa's arm and grabbing his leather jacket. "I'll go."
As Syed started to turn, Christian shook his head silently, realising his mistake. It was one thing for himself to leave. It was another to see his lover turn and walk away. He couldn't watch. He just couldn't. It was like they'd gone back a whole year.
Only he'd seen the determined look in those beautiful eyes.
This time he wasn't coming back.
"Sye…" he managed to choke out.
Syed turned around. "We can't work this out can we? Every time we do, we end up fighting."
"But I need you. And, what about our child…?" was all Christian could say. He looked down, bottom lip trembling but fighting the urge to cry. He'd never been afraid to cry in front of Syed, because he'd always understand. He'd always be there to wipe the tears away. Literally.
He composed himself. He was a grown man for goodness sake! Thirty seven now. He sighed. How had they gotten to this place? All he could think of now was the child they'd said they were going to adopt. Children. A boy and girl. A son and a daughter. To raise with Syed. To have a family.
Syed's face twisted in shock. "So that's all you want me for? Children?" He made a noise that teetered between extreme pain and disgust. "You're going to have to find a woman for that, Christian," he said pointedly. "I'm going to Zainab. Can't believe I gave up my own mother, for you! She was right. I never loved you. I could never…"
So...stuff probably came up dodgy, but I'm new to this site, so it'll get better. Promise! :P
(I am also aware that this chapter, and also the next, are quite short! They will be longer in the future...)
Comments/Feedback please? They would be so appreciated!
