From the top of the building of that department store in the middle of the city, the sight was great.
You could see everything moving, lives crumbled as time went on, people waited hopefully for a savior, the underdogs were taken in the same street he parked not so long ago.
As he finished his coffee, he watched his nation tenderly, the feeling of adoration grew so very carelessly in his chest, and made him feel soft, like a mother who only seeks hapiness for her children, he could only watch for the distance, hoping for the better.
'But life would always treat them cruelly', He thought to himself.
Everything seem to have a blue, melancholic filter in his eyes that made the world look heavy and bitter. This made him act docile, say what he didn't mean, do what he didn't want to do. He felt the void in his chest fill up with sadness and his eyes fill up with tears.As weeping as he was, he couldn't let his emotions take over his actions. He would always watch the world crumble in silence. 'That's why I am here' , he thought. A shelter far, far away from the bottomless pit of misery the world offered him.
Stillness reigns over that twilight, only acompannied by the distinct sound of a small crowd of mockingbirds chirping faintly on the wires.
His dearest looked at him intently, perhaps trying to guess what was he thinking. Or maybe just waiting for him to say somerhing.
'Am I a sight for sore eyes, love?' I asked, teasingly.
He glanzed at him, annoyed, and sighed.
He didn't say anything else. That's how their relationship worked; comfortable silences and misscomunication.
He really thought he was the one. He was the man of his life. He'd always treat him like he was a brainless tosser, make him feel like the worst piece of shit in the universe and leave him more lost and hopeless than he already was; but he adored him.
There were times when the blonde man would hold him, leave soft kisses in his hair and wipe away his tears. He would silently tell him that he loved him, despite his many, mamy flaws.
He felt loved. And it was an amazing feeling.
He only seeked warmth and softness. He knew he was unworthy, but he wouldn't help it. That's why he cherished him so much; he would always be there, no matter what. He'd always have a thing for him, his aesthetic, ideals, perks and flaws. He wouldn't left.
That's what made him so special.
A hand reached his cheek, softly touched his face and threw loneliness away. It was a cloudy sunset, very far from beautiful, but it had something in it that made it unique. Light came though the black clouds, a pale sun raising above all, like a small faint of hope and faith in the middle of a battlefield.
Maybe he had really read his mind, because the look in his eyes was the softest he had ever seen. He felt like crying, but he smiled his tears away.
His partner came closer, and so did he. He knew all his secrets, and so did he. There was intimacy in every moment they shared, and this one was no exeption. Their hands met, and when he closed his eyes, the world stopped.