Memories
Written by Wilting Away
Matt sat inaudibly on the stool in the corner of the room. His hands were as white as paper, along with his face. The rest of him was his normal skin color. His long eyelashes cast shadows onto his flushed cheeks. His eyes were a penetrating steel blue. He hugged his knees to his chest, the coarse fabric of his jeans rubbing against his raw arms. His white t-shirt hung loosely over his body. He watched over a boy sleeping soundly on the bed across the room. The sheets covered most of his face, but you could see strands of his brown hair poking out from under the comforter protecting his body like a prison. Matt watched as the lump on his bed rose and fell. Rose and fell. Rose and fell, his breathing sounded like music to Matt. He listened attentively to the soft snores coming from the boy.
Matt shifted his position in the stool. The cushion was dilapidated and aging quickly. It seemed as though the boy had been sleeping an eternity, even though it didn't matter. Watching him made Matt pleased with the time he had with him.
The walls were sickly green color, and most of the furniture was an unadorned white. The green reminded Matt of pea soup. Not a plain pea soup, but an I-ate-pea-soup-then-through-it-all-up color. The light hanging down from the ceiling looked as if it was from the 1950's. Clothes were strewn across the floor, waiting to be stumbled over. The closet was wide open, with even more clothes spilling out of it. Papers masked most of the desk positioned in front of Matt.
His eyes wandered over to the lump again. He stared blankly at the empty space in which the boy had been for a split second. All he saw was a blanket, half on the bed half on the ground, and a pillow with a slight indent in it. A raspy voice broke the silence that consumed the room for such a long time.
"Were you watching me all night, Matt?" he felt a large hand rest on his shoulder. He whipped his head back to see the boy that was just asleep on his bed standing right behind him. Matt opened his mouth to talk. Silence. It was as if he had forgotten how to talk since he hadn't done so in such a long time. Instead, he nodded with his mouth still agape. The boy ran his fingers through Matt's black and blonde locks. He set his head on top of Matt's, and held him into a soft embrace. The boy kissed the top oh his head.
"D-don't let me go." Matt managed to utter. "Please, Mark." He pleaded. The boy held Matt tighter. "Don't worry," Mark acknowledged, "I won't let go."
The heat radiating off of Mark quickly heated Matt's cold body. His once pale hands were becoming their original color once again. His face was already a nice, healthy, vibrant color. Matt's illuminating, pink lips curled into a smile as Mark breathed in his scent.
"I love you, Mark."
"I love you too, Matt."
Matt and Mark held each other intimately on the diminutive bed. The immense, ashen comforter lay haphazardly over them. Their faces were centimeters away from each other; just a simple nudge could knock them into each other. Mark's puppy brown eyes faintly opened. They met with Matt's. Without warning, Mark set his hand on the back of Matt's head and pushed it forward so their lips met in a fervent, sought kiss. The energy between the two was implausible.
They truly looked as though meant to be.
Even though the two treasured each other with such intensity, the wrath of the society around them would shun and most likely physically punish them, leaving both Matt and Mark with such severe mental and physical scarring.
Was there no way to obtain the approval of everyone else?
The answer was no.
Mm, hallo. I'm Matt, and um...thanks I guess for reading this incredibly short chapter.
I don't really know if I'll be writing any more of this.
I just...write when I'm bored.
Mostly about Mark.
Anyway, it'd be cool if you'd review and stuff.
-Matt