"I'll help you get out of here," The light, grey-haired boy stated, pain shining in his tone, "I know the punishments at hand, but I will do anything to stop it." He stared at a darker skinned male behind several large, metal rods, vertically connected with the ceiling and the ground. There were hints of tears in both of the boy's eyes, and for a moment, there was nothing but a long-fulfilling silence, that neither of the two were used to.
The tanner of the two sniffled, his bottom lip quivering ever-so-slightly. In his own mind, he too understood the consequences at stake, and he grew fearful over them. With a dreadful sigh, he whispered through a trembling voice, as if he were in sub-zero temperature, "I want a wowld like none that we know of. A wowld with no pain, no suffering, whewe humans alike can live togethew." He looked into the grey-haired teen eyes, stating what had been on his mind for the longest of times, "I want to live in a wowld whewe I can be with you, without the judgements and cwuelties of others. Whewe we can both live in peace." He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, "I just want to be with you...but, it can't be...it's against the law, and now I'm stuck in hewe, awaiting for my punishment."
"Death shouldn't be your punishment. There should be no punishment in the first place!" Rocky stated, loudly so to gain the attention of the guard waiting near the entrance, They turned their heads as if intrigued by the sudden shrill of the voice, but swiftly turned away again. The boy lowered his voice, "This is foolish. Why are you getting the penalty and not I?"
"Because I told them it was only me. I was alone when they found me anyway," Zuma stated, gazing longingly into the enchanting, green iris's of the boy in front of him.
"You shouldn't have been alone in the first place, Zuma," Rocky complained, "I should have been there with you; I should be right there with you."
"We both awe hewe."
"That's not what I mean and you know it. I should be in there, with you, succumbed to the same fate of this damned punishment!"
"Wocky, it's the law," the tanned boy stated, "And I broke it."
"It's a damn foolish law, bullarchy. That's what it is," Rocky said, his voice unknowingly raising once more. He lowered it again, "It was foolish of you to even have admitted to this. And, not telling them about me as well. I don't want to watch you die because I wasn't there in time to protect you."
Zuma stood up and walked over to the bars. He placed his hands on his hips, so not to draw any suspicions towards himself or Rocky. "I love you," he whispered, lowering his heads, "people do stupid things when they'we in love, including me." He closed his eyes, "I didn't want to put you in the same fate. I want to pwotect you."
A tear slowly drifted down the paler-skinned boy's cheek, landing on the solid, concrete ground below him. And before he knew it, more and more tears developed in the corner of his eyes, and he had no control over it. He placed his hands to cover his face, and wept into them. Through his sobs, he whimpered, "I-I don't want to watch you get killed...I don't want to stand by and watch this happen before me, Zuma." His tears leaked through the cracks between his fingers, and rolled down his arm.
Seeing this, Zuma desperately wanted to embrace the boy, however, with the current situation with the bars, that was due impossible. His bottom lip quivered at the thought that he was unable to comfort the teen, bringing tears to his eyes as well. He wanted to apologize, yet no words would come out of his mouth, as if he were suddenly cursed with a silent tongue. He watched the boy before him, erupt into a wave of emotion, which tore his heart into two, because he could do nothing.
"I...love you too," Rocky said through his sobs. "I love you too..." He rubbed his eyes, expelling any further tears that failed to drop like the rain on aa thunderous evening. He lowered his arms to his sides, and placed the tip of his forehead onto the metal bars, despite what the guards might do. Seeing this, Zuma followed suit, and set his head on the same bar. For a moment, it was silent, until footsteps were heard, drawing nearer. Rocky looked to the his right, and saw a woman walking towards him. He didn't lift his head from the bars. Turning back to Zuma, he said in a low whisper, "I'll find a way to save you. I won't let them take you away from me."
He stepped back just as the female guard got to him. "Time's up," she said a grimly fashion, as she swiftly turned on her heel, "Follow me." She started walking before Rocky could even respond.
The looked over to the imprisoned teen, who hadn't moved his position from the bar, and nodded. Before following the woman, he heard Zuma whisper the word, "Okay..."