A/N: okay, so I haven't been updating like I should. A bit of writer's block. Sorry. But, I was listening to this song and this idea just hit me. I hope this will tide you over. It's my first songfic and, I guess it's sort of AU because Dylan and Marco don't break up in this, yay! oh, the song is "The Call" by Regina Spektor.
It started out as a feeling,
which then grew into a hope,
which then turned into a quiet thought,
which then turned into a quiet word,
and then that word grew louder and louder,
till it was a battle cry.
He stood at the gate that watching as his boyfriend walked away, towards the plane which destined path was Switzerland. He held back tears or tried to, for unconsciously he had started crying hours ago and would not stop for 8 months. Dylan turned around and found that he could not bear the sight of his lover looking so forlorn. He felt his chest constrict, the unmistakable feeling of his heart breaking.
I'll come back,
when you call me.
no need to say goodbye.
just because everything's changing,
doesn't mean it's never,
been this way before.
"I miss you", he whispered into the phone in the earliest, darkest hours of the morning. Time zones were the barriers that could not be broken.
"Have you been getting my letters? I write you one every day," Dylan stated wishing that somehow the boy he loved so dearly could be brought to him through this telephone.
"Yeah, I have. I never knew you were such a good writer," Marco smiled thinking of the eighty-nine letters he had received thus far.
"I'll come home soon," He promised.
all you can do is try to know,
who your friends are,
as you head off to the war.
pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.
Marco walked to class, thinking of the impeding date. Being together with one person two years and six months was a feat to be celebrated, especially in this day and age. He smiled at the thought of that, but quickly lost it when he realized that he would not be spending it with the person who he had accomplished it with.
Dylan moved faster and faster until passing objects were but slightly recognizable blurs to the sides of him. He tried not to think of Marco while he was on the ice. It caused him to lose his concentration. His lover's smooth and flawless body, the small of his back, that spot that he loved on his neck┘ He brought himself out of thought just in time to see that he was surely going to plow face first into the wall.
you'll come back,
when it's over.
no need to say good bye.
you'll come back,
when it's over.
no need to say good bye.
Marco looked around in the airport, occasionally raising himself to his top-toes the see over the crowds. He felt hands around his waist and when he turned around, he came face to face with a lion's mane of brunette curls. He put his arms around his lover and felt his body move up and down not in the normal up and down breathing motion. Dylan's breath was shallow and his sobs racked his body as he held onto his lover like he was the only one that mattered.
now we're back to the beginning
it's just a feeling and no one knows yet
but just because they can't feel it too
doesn't mean that you have to forget
let your memories grow stronger and stronger,
til they're before your eyes.
"I promise that this will be over soon, sweetheart. You're almost finished with school and then we can be together", Dylan spoke sweet words the man lying beside him. They were lying, post-orgasm, naked together in the bed while the pale moonlight shined in and covered their bodies in an almost ambrosial way.
"I know," He sighed, knowing that the next five months would purposely draw themselves out to be as long as possible.
"I love you more than anything," Dylan assured his young sweetheart.
you'll come back,
when they call you.
no need to say good bye.
As always, reviews are appreciated.