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Betrayed
By Darks Light
It was dark and footsteps echoed off the stairwell as he climbed the stairs until he reached the landing his apartment was located on. He paused mid step as the lights in the hallway flickered; a storm was brewing. Reaching the door to his apartment he shared with Miguel, he opened it gently and quietly walked out into the small lounge room slightly surprised not to see blonde boy here; he had left their training session some thirty minuets before… something about a headache.
Claude looked around the small apartment he shared with his boyfriend Miguel, it was empty and dark, and the only light was the lights from the street outside and the occasional lightning flash from the night sky. He went to find a light switch but the sound of voices stopped him in his tracks. He turned around and listened before quietly making his way down the hall that led to his and Miguel's bedroom. He paused and looked at the small stream of light escaped from the room through the slightly ajar door as the voices continued, trying to catch what they were saying but the voices were muffled.
He crept closer even though something deep inside him told him he mightn't want to know who was in there with Miguel.
His Miguel.
Anxious.
The need to know eating away at him…
He quietly crept closer to the door and peered through the gap…
He quickly covered his mouth with his hand.
Silence.
Then snippets of whispered convocation…
Candles cast scattered warm shadows over a dark scene, flickering in the breeze that comes in through the slightly open window. Yet he couldn't look away.
Shock.
Pale hands trailing along Miguel's bare back…
Fearful.
Hands that were not his.
Devastation.
Arms wrapping possessively around his lover, red-orange hair mixing with Miguel's blonde.
Despair.
Familiar emerald eyes staring directly at him.
He stepped back a pace, eyes still glued to the scene playing out before him as the older boy drew Miguel into his arms tracing patterns on Miguel's bare back.
His Miguel.
Gloating mouth turned into a pitying smile as the emerald eyed boy raised and lowered a shoulder slightly as if to say what can you do.
Anger.
Hands formed fists.
Distressed.
He wrapped his arms around his chest backing quietly away from the door, the reddish orange haired boy planting kisses along Miguel's neck…
Pain.
Mixed feelings weretearing his heart apart.
Betrayal.
The soft questioning in the back of his mind…
For how long?
He shook his head again and again as he slipped out of the gaze of thieving emerald eyes.
Miguel was his.
Grief.
Was his…
Realisation.
Was… is past tense.
More Pain.
He walked slowly, meaninglessly down the hall and back out the door, collapsing against the wall outside the apartment still shaking his head slightly from side to side. He wanted the images out of his head; but they wouldn't leave. Gloved hands gripped his sides tighter as he pressed his back against the wall, eyes squeezed tightly shut; so no tears would escape.
Useless.
………
Eyes watched from the darkness of the other side of the hall, watching the boy as he got up off the wall… watching him decide what to do… watching him look constantly at the apartment door… watching him running down the stairs.
Following him.
………
...well thats the first chapter... what do you think?