"I thought about our last kiss; how it felt the way you tasted."
Amnesia (5 Seconds of Summer)
The rain furiously began to beat down the windows of the small flat yet it was ignored by the two teens inside of it. The shorter blonde with forest green eyes looking down couldn't meet those majestic oceanic blue ones of the taller blonde that was holding him so tight in his arms, pressing his face to his chest while he whispered prayers. It was obvious how the taller teen didn't want to let go but he had to. The shorter blonde took a deep breath, masking his hurt, regret and sadness. He didn't want to leave, but he felt the need to. He felt was if he was holding the younger man away from all his dreams; he had so much to live for yet he didn't want to fulfil them if it meant leaving the green-eyed boy in his arms. The older didn't want that. Wasn't that what you wanted for the one you love? Wasn't it that you wanted to make his dreams come true even if it meant your own happiness was on the line? The older blonde thought so.
"Alfred, get up you git."The shorter man growled in a thick British accent, attempting to push the other away to no avail. He was just too strong for him! The teen named Alfred shook his head childishly, holding the Briton closer to his chest even tighter. The shorter blonde sighed, his hand sliding out to slap the other across his cheek, making the blue-eyed blonde stumble back due to the impact. "Arthur…"He said softly, his hands reaching out to grasp the short blonde and take him back into his circle of arms. The man named Arthur faced him, his eyes turning dark and hard with no remorse or regret, swatting his hands away from him before it could land a single touch on him. "I'm going, Alfred."He said coldly earning another furious shake of the other's head as his hands did another attempt to grasp him. Arthur neatly dodged them causing Alfred to shake his head, kneeling down before the other and hugging his legs tightly, burying his face against his thighs. "Where did I go wrong?"He whispered making the Briton's heart break. If anyone made a mistake, it was him. He was leaving the most perfect person in the world, thinking that it would make the other happy when in reality, it was breaking him; it was breaking the two of them.
"Arthur, please…"The American he pleaded, nuzzling his face against the jeans the other had on. The Briton leaned down, running his hand through the sunny blonde locks the other possessed. He felt the material of his jeans turn damp due to the tears that were falling from the taller teen's eyes, threatening him to start crying as well. 'Oh Alfred….' He thought, his eyes softening as a small sad smile began to form on his lips. The younger man looked up, a vast ocean pleading him to take him back, not even knowing why the other was leaving. Arthur believed that some things were better left unknown.
The bleached blonde haired boy leaned down, his hands leaving the hair to cup the other's face in between both his hands. "Alfred. My Alfred," He whispered, connecting their foreheads together as he kneeled to match the other's height. "You say that as if you aren't going to leave anymore."The American pointed out softly, anything to lighten the mood as his eyes flickered with evident hope. Hope that Arthur really was changing his mind. The Briton laughed, shaking his head yet keeping it connected with the other's. He stayed quiet, letting the temporary comfortable silence envelope them as they relished their last few moments together. The hope that was once in Alfred's eyes was slowly diminishing, the reality of everything finally beginning to sink into his mind.
"I love you."The thick American accent was coloured in hopes that this would make his lover stay. Arthur dared to look back into that ocean, seeing them slowly lighting up with the same fire of hope; hope that the other would really stay.
Hope. That was all the younger blonde could do.
The Briton fought back the urge to reply, his fingers running across the American's face as if memorizing each and every part of it. "I love you."Alfred repeated; his voice less hopeful than it had been moments ago. That was the voice that broke Arthur's heart. It was the same voice he had when he was courting Arthur, hope disappearing that the other would never let him be his boyfriend. Yet, here he was, using the same voice; the voice that started them. Arthur learned not to cave into the voice but it was just... Not Alfred-liked. Alfred was all sunshine and butterflies while Arthur was... he was rain; boring and gloomy. He never understood what someone like Alfred saw in him but he was thankful to be given even just this opportunity to love the young man even if it was temporary.
"Arthur James Kirkland, I love you infinitely. I'll love you forever. I'll love you even in the afterlife and the life after that."Alfred whispered, his voice taking a deep tone towards desperate, making Arthur's heart break even more than it should.
"Just don't leave me."
Those few words seemed to do the trick. Next thing the Briton new, his lips were against the other's, his arms wounded around his neck as if never wanting to let go. Alfred kissed back feverishly with the same want and desperation, his hands resting on the other's waist. Before they both could regret what they were doing, they took it to the room; one of them using that moment was a desperate attempt to keep the other and the other using it as his final moments that he would remember for the rest of his life.
Alfred awoke to the cold bed, his hands grasping around for the source of warmth he was familiarized with only to find it gone. His hands fluttered open, wishing that last night was all a dream, only to find the room bear of anything Arthur making his heart heavy and shattered. Last night wasn't a dream.
It had been real.
Even those last desperate moments; smooth skin brushing against calloused hands, lips against lips, breathy "I love you"s, were all useless attempts that got him no where. The American buried his face into his hands, letting the tears freely flow like they had done last night. Where did he go wrong? He wanted so desperately to know.
Unluckily for him, the day that followed their escapade was a Monday and that meant that there was college. He wanted so badly to skip but there were finals that day.
Oh well. No matter how much the pain was, he had to smile and carry on.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hi! Please bear with the short story. I'm just a beginner.
I only plan to make this story short but if something pops up, I guess I'll make it longer.
Picture belongs to someone else. Only found it on Google. Credits to whomever made the picture.
Please tell me what you think about it. Comments would be much appreciated. So would follows or favorites. :)
