"Love has no boundaries"
Love DOES have boundaries
I live behind one of them
Because I'm in love…
… With my own brother.
Still no boundaries?
What's wrong with me?
Perhaps, reality has decided to take me as one of its victim, leading me through those forbidden (yet, irresistible) paths; which, even if I (try to) resist with every single drop of obstinacy that could exist in me, I can't help but fall under his unintentional spells over again.
Or perhaps, it's me who had actually brought my own sanity into play just for this…
Heh, and I said "just for this" like it doesn't worth nothing at all.
But the real point is that I can't keep holding it any more, I just can't help it… I can't help looking at him as something more than a sibling…
His starry eyes, his soft and waving hair, his gentle touch, the harmony in his voice, his pouty lips (which hide a flavour by which I would die to taste) giving off wise words… And it's just… I… I love every part of him with every part of me, even the most flattering word could not cover all the virtues he has, nor could the most beautiful piece of art resemble his pure perfection... And the simple thought of us sharing exactly the same blood arouses me…
Every single day I feel like a monster, like a criminal. I know I deserve the worst. When I see my reflection in the mirror, I can't help but see him (we look so alike, yet we're so different), I think of him all day and night long…
This sick love is consuming me; I fall prisoner of my illusions and get disorientated into all those different sensations that emerge in me with every gaze I direct to him, and with every gaze he directs to me.
Every day that pass turns into martyrdom for me, and each time it gets harder to hide… I can't keep concealing it any longer…
It's unearthly, but that's the truth: I love him, that's the only thing in this world that I'm completely sure of. I love my brother, and I want him to love me back. But I'm so afraid of my own feelings; I'm still frightened of every place this reality have led me, and I'm convinced that, no matter what, if I try to change something of this tortuous day by day, the inevitable fate that waits for me will have no mercy on our simply brotherly relationship.
I'm unable to remember when and how all of this started. I sometimes just think that, since the very first moment I held him in my arms, I knew he was the love of my life… And the amount of times the hope had tricked me is innumerable: It's almost like he can figure out what I'm hiding behind my sight, he knows every thought that is in my mind, and everything he reads seems so stupid and desperate to him…
Since then I live convicted, convicted by the love. Convicted by a brotherly sin…
Me again, hehe. This time trying to write an... uhm... "incestuous" fanfiction inspired in... another "incestuous" fanfiction (but in spanish, and not from the Hetalia fandom). Anyways, the stories themselves have nothing to do with each other, since they're in Gakuen AU. Also, this time I'm trying to write the entire story in english, from there those awful misspellings and the failed attempt to create something poetical, which just ended up being a childishly desperate prose... Just forgive me, it sounded better in spanish... Just give me time to make worthy sentences in english... -_-"
Disclaimer: I own Hetalia and I'm also a princess ponycorn (?)
Nah, Hetalia belongs to Himaruya