Soren sat by the small stream, listening intently to the pitter-patter of water trickling down upon rocks. He had always felt comfortable here, surrounded by numerous trees of many colors and the sweet solitude of aloneness. It made him feel at home.
Where is my home?
Soren read each sentence of his book intently, emphasizing each word and giving each phrase an entirely new, deeper meaning. He flipped each page with ease and grace, his delicate and lovely fingers swiftly crossing the page. It gave him a sense of peace.
What is peace really meant for?
Soren lifted his head at the sound of leaves crunching beneath feet, sticks becoming twigs under the foot of Sorens commander. His commander had a certain beauty to him, with his large muscles, silky jock hair, and beautifully framed face.
Am I worthy of such beauty?
Ike sat next to Soren, shoulders brushing slightly. Soren focused his attention back towards the book. It was only Ike, his one true friend, always there to comfort him when he was down and catch him when he fell. The kindness Ike sent towards Soren was unlike any other.
What is the meaning of his kindness?
After several moments of sitting in silence, Ike placed his left hand over Soren's right. Ike had never realized the large difference between size, for most of the time Ike was busy staring at Soren's face. His mesmerizing red eyes, and girlish figure gave Soren a beauty Ike could not resist.
Does he think of me the way I think of him?
Soren looked up from his book and stared lovingly into Ike's indigo eyes. Ike turned his body so he could see Soren easier. Soren's face began to grow warm in the chill fall weather. He snatched his hand away and stared deeply into his book acting as if he was deeply concentrated on a certain phrase.
Does he think of me the way I think of him?
Soren sensed Ike was hurt over his small gesture. Soren took Ike's large, calloused hand in his own small, pale one. But he made sure not to let his gaze move from his book, no matter how much he wanted to.
Why do I want him so?
Ike took the advantage to grasp the small hand even tighter and pull it close to his heart. Soren could feel Ike's heartbeat like a drum, pounding in rhythm. Soren felt strangely comfortable at this and commenced to lean against his dear friends shoulder.
Why must he be so kind to someone like me?
Ike wrapped his large arm around Soren's fragile body, Soren nuzzling up to Ike's chest. Neither wanted to lose hold of the moment, a moment so sweet it filled Soren's mind with thoughts of love and honey so sweet he could almost taste it.
This is my home, where I belong.