Matthew walked down the road to the oval, and saw no one in sight, it was all seemed empty to him, and it was odd, but he didn't care. He looked at the ground as he walked, and didn't see Alfred coming his way.
"Matthew?" Alfred said when he spotted him.
He looked up, "Oh, hi." he said then contintued walking.
"I thought you went home?"
"Mhmm." he said, and tried to keep walking towards his house. He kept walking until he got to the second bridge and was standing next to the red arrow dinner. When he looked back he saw the Alfred was following him, so he speed up crossing the bridge then took a detour to the park behind the post office. He thought he was away then, but when he slowed down behind the large hedge, Alfred grabbed his arm.
"Do you hate me now?" he asked.
"No." he replied truthfully.
"Then why are you running away from me?"
"I don't know..."
"Do you like him better than me, is that it? I can show you I'm better." he kissed Matthews hand. Then he saw the dirt on his hands, and on his clothes, he saw a lot more than before. Then when he was about to ask, he saw bruises that he knew weren't from Ivan on Matthew's wrists.
"What happened... " he whispered.
Matthew looked away, for some reason he felt the greyness going away, and the feelings coming back, but it hurt, and he couldn't stand to feel hurt. Just having Alfred near him hurt.
"What happened Matthew."
"I, I, Francis, he..." he paused, "I was just walking home, and I saw him. I talked to him, and he wanted me to love him... just for a day he said, but, but..."
He began to cry, he was just beginning to feel the bliss of emptiness, but his feelings were now spilling back into his heart. He cried. He fell to the ground and curled up in a ball, and he cried. Alfred saved him before he hit his head, but it didn't matter. He was broken, and now he was trying to put his jagged pieces back together, but all he was doing was repeatedly stabbing what remained of his heart.
Then Alfred cried along with him. He cried because he hated seeing him sad and because something similar happened to him. He sensed that this was a deep wound that a kiss wouldn't heal, but he kissed him anyway. He tasted the tears and he cried. He kissed him and held him. He told him the oldest lie in the book, that "it will all be okay" and that "it will all be over soon."
Then Matthew began to feel the darkness being pushed back, each time a little more, because of each time Alfred kissed him; hugged him. The love Alfred had for him was like a wave crashing on the beach of despair. Each grain of pitch black sand being washed away was another piece of unhappiness in his life being removed from his heart so it could heal properly. Then, when it came down to just a few black boulders, he unleashed a tsunami of love. It came in the form of a long kiss, and a tight hug that was so long that he didn't know how long it lasted, but it worked.
Now that his heart was cleared for the time being, he could feel the true happiness of his long time crush loving him. Matthew smiled, and wiped away tears. Alfred smiled back and gently laid down on the soft grass. He noticed for the first time, how beautiful the night sky that tonight.
Now that he was calmed down he was able to enjoy a bit of what was happening. The sadness and wretched feeling were still there of course, but it was now beginning to sink under the ocean of happiness that was rising within him. Alfred gave him a chaste kiss that was filling him up with warmth in the cold night. Then they just laid next to each other, knowing that the love was still there without having to do anything more physical than holding hands. They had too many scaring sexual experiences that day for anything they do be but a reminder of their attackers.
Then out of the darkness and into Matthew and Alfred's view stumbled a dirty, grass stained Gilbert who tripped and landed in front of them with a yelp.
"Fuck! I need to tie my shoes! Rod-" then he saw them, "Uh, hey Roderich! Look, look! Alfred's gay!" he exclaimed.
Out of the dark came Roderich, just as dirty, who sighed and said, "Yes, yes. So are you."
"I'm not gay!" Gilbert protested.
"Then why are you dating me?" Roderich asked simply.
"Well we aren't dating, we just have sex." Gilbert said, as if that made him any less gay.
"You are an idiot." Roderich said blushing, and pushing up his glasses.
"Wait, are we dating or not?" Gilbert demanded; confused.
"Yes of course we are, now lets leave the poor couple be, Gilbert."
"Right, my awesome boyfriend needs me. See ya at school Matthew!" then he ran after Roderich who had started walking without him.
They just watched as they walked away, and they laid back down on the grass. They talked and looked at the stars for another hour or so. When they grew tired and cold, Alfred walked Matthew home, wishing he could have stayed with him longer. After that he walked home in his own little bubble of joy.
