Hey dudes. Another story.
I don't own pokemon.
Atlas
Nate can never tell where he's going or even what he's doing when he stands under this beautiful array of brightly dazzling lights.
He's too busy watching them transform into the light blue hue that is the sky.
And he has never seen a more beautiful one.
Nate has never felt any heat from the sky – as if it was fake – but his body stays a mixture of the perfect temperature.
Perhaps it was fake. Maybe it was painted with water colors and fancy oils (Nate wonders if you can even paint with oils) on a canvas of a brilliant white.
The sky isn't cheap, though, so the water colors must be something a professional would use, because the sky doesn't wrinkle or smudge, so shitty little cheap paints are most certainly out of the question.
By that time, Nate knows who the painter is.
Hugh.
Because every time Hugh smiles or their lips press together, Nate feels the painted, smooth sky get ever-so brighter.
Then it storms for the first time.
Nate is totally unprepared. He is drenched in the droplets of rain that won't stop falling. He's freezing cold, and his body doesn't understand that, either.
Nate cannot begin to fathom why it has even begun to rain, or why the perfect sky suddenly dark and eerie.
Nate's ugly visor of blue and white does not cover the huge jungle of hair on his head, so the rain keeps pouring onto him.
The water drips and drips and Nate is dying to know why.
Nate gets a call from Hugh. He doesn't pick up.
Then Hugh leaves a message on his pokegear and Nate is freezing even more.
"A girl. A girl messed me up."
Then there's another sigh and Nate's brain is freezing.
"I'm sorry,"
The ever-so-perfect, expensive, professional sky falls on Nate with a bang!
Nate pushes it up slightly, the weight ready to crush him and kill him at any second.
On bright days, the sky is bright, blue and perfect without a cloud around. It's easy to hold and those are the days when Hugh is with Nate and cares and kisses him, when the affection – does Nate dare to call it love anymore? - is perfect – like the sky – between them.
On dull days, the sky is ugly, – not painted with cheap water colors, however – dark and dreary. The sky becomes heavier and more of a burden to Nate. These are also the days when Hugh is with the girl that messed him up.
(Nate has never met her, but he hates her – absolutely despises her – all he knows are her blue eyes.)
But after it rains, even on bright days, the sky is heavier.
It's a burden.
Nate could let it go, if he wanted to.
But this burden – heavy and annoying – is something Nate will deal with for love.
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(if i keep holding it, will you come back to me?)
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the end