Inspired by the song "Short Stories" from Patrick Wolf
Sorry for my mistakes english is not my native language
Short Story
I love him.
I absolutely and truly love him.
He looked into a pair of wonderful, ocean-blue eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies rebelling in his stomach. The boy looked back, slightly smiling at him and gently taking his hand.
I love him so much
"I feel happy", whispered the boy and gently pressed his hand. The other couldn't fight his feelings any longer and pressed himself against the elder and bigger one, suddenly feeling at home. He knew that this was the place he belonged, here in Alfred's Arms. Nowhere else.
He knew that it was wrong, that he shouldn't be here, that his father, if he ever found 0ut, would kill him. But he blocked that thoughts and closed his eyes.
I love his smell-foreign and familiar at the same time.
It's kind of funny how his life has completely changed since" the boy from the New World" appeared in his life.
Alfred.
He who was always smiling and looking happy, until Arthur found out that he just wanted to hide his true feelings. He who doesn't believe in fairies or anything he can't explain with his brain. It seems that they two don't fit together very well, but Arthur was at a different opinion. He couldn't imagine anybody who could make him happier than Alfred.
He's mine.
I love him.
Then, with his beautiful voice and his slight American accent he called his name. He opened his eyes and looked again into that deep mysterious ocean. Alfred put forth his hand and gently stroked his cheek. Arthur blushed a little what raised a smile from his love. He smiled back. And for some minutes they were just standing there, in the middle of a green forest, Arthurs hand on Alfred's shoulder and Alfred's hand on Arthur's cheek just smiling at each other and enjoying the moment to the full.
Not recognising that they weren't alone anymore. Arthur's father who always hated Alfred was hiding behind a big oak, in his hand a rifle. He was a true Christian and this relationship was against his believe and moral. His son had to marry a wealthy lady from the town and not flirting around with this little farm worker. He shipped the riffle and fixed Alfred's back. He didn't want a stranger in his family.
Alfred had just raised his head from Arthurs shoulder and looked at him, when he heard the shoot.
I always want to be with him.
I love him more than anything else in my life.
Then Arthur heard the shoot. He tried to thrust him aside, but it was too late. Dark red blood was flowing out of his shoulder and Alfred sank to the ground steadily looking at his love. You say in the last seconds of life you see everything again, but that was false. Alfred couldn't see anything else than Arthur and his tears of fear.
He tried to tell him that everything was alright, that he'll wait for him and that he shouldn't be too sad. The pain was too big; his life was too fast fading away.
"I love you", was all he could say before his life turned black.