Hey guys, i did a story! no idea what made me do this, i was bored and it filled the time i guess. Like, Love and review! ~Luna
He didnt know when he started falling completely and unregrettably in love with The-Boy-Who-Lived.
He wasnt sure if it was when they first looked into each others eyes on a Spring evening, and the flowers perfumed the air heavily with their scent. And they both felt the current, the sparks running down their spines and making their hair tingle at its roots, and the blush that worked its way onto his pale cheeks was mirrored by the beautiful man in front of him.
He wasnt sure if it was when the dark haired boy first remembered his favorite ice-cream flavor, and they hid from the blazing Summer sun under the cover of a book shop that smelt like cherries and wood, and he laughed as the dark haired boy realized he had forgotten to get a spoons so they waited for it to melt and drank it from the container instead.
He wasnt sure if it was when the dark haired boy stood under the falling leaves of Autumn, and he complained of the biting wind, and he just laughed and shrugged off his jacket, and gave it to him, despite his loud protests, and he walked with a skip in his step, and tried to explain why it was his favorite season.
He wasnt sure if it was when they spent a winters night in only each others embrace, and their eyes only looked into the others, and in that moment they could swear it was only them in the world, and he was held so close in the dark haired boys embrace, and he never wanted to be let go, and everything in the universe was so small and unimportant when it was only them.
He didnt know when he started to let the darkness in.
He knew it wasnt when the heavy scent of the flowers came round again, and it stuck in the back of his throat, and made him want to choke, and the pitiful looks of the once dark haired boys friends just made him more angry, and he wanted to scream and shout but he couldnt find the words to say how he felt. And he knew he never would.
He knew it wasnt when the unforgiving sun blared down on him, and killed all was what was green and beautiful, and reminded him of what he once had. And what he wanted again but knew he could never have. And that just made him more bitter and confused about his loss.
He knew it wasnt when the trees of Autumn dropped their dead leaves upon the ground, and left them to be trodden on, and to be washed away into nothing. And that was the season he started to hate everything. And he pushed all he loved away. And he couldnt find a way to lighten the dark shadows in the depths of his mind. That the once darked haired boy had kept away, and never judged him for.
He knew it was now. When the almost mesmerizing pureness of the first flakes of snow welcomed his tainted blood from his wrist, and the cold just fueled the doubt and hate in his mind, and nobody was there to fixed him. Nobody was there to hold him in their embrace, and just... Love him. and tell him that everything was going to be okay.
Nobody would ever be there now. Nobody could love him again. Nobody wants a broken doll.
And when he saw him again, his body left in the cold unforgiving snow behind him, and his arms somehow unmarked from his sins, the dark haired boy wept. Because he had so much to live for. But he didnt want to live, not without his dark haired boy.