It had been six months now since their fleet from the orphanage. Berwald and Tino had sorted their life problems. No contacts were made, as the day they fled was also the day the Swede turned eighteen. Meaning he needn't be under supervision.
But as time passed, Berwald grew closer to Tino. So much so that he was becoming an insomniac. Why? It was a possibility but…
Every time, he'd notice something beautiful about the younger Finnish boy. His short, frail frame in its delicate grace. That fair skin, never appearing dry. The soft, platinum hair, how it fell over those supernatural eyes. Those orbs, in a colour so impossible to humanity. They were a hue of amethyst, lightly grazed with a silver sheen. They were the most unbelievable eye colour, so undeniably captivating. He had caught himself staring into them for such time.
It was, and it felt wrong to fall in love with your best friend. But Berwald knew of Tino and knew how difficult it was to be strong, even when your feelings defy you. These feelings, he had to express them.
And so, he began to worry, when he could speak of his heart.
So the day came, December 6th, was the day Tino was leaving to Helsinki, back to his old life he deserved. The day Finland truly became independent.
The Finn's silhouette appeared evident in the newly fallen snow. Berwald watched as he disappeared into the background, prodding with each step.
Berwald's heart panged. It's going to be too late.
But he couldn't let go before it were to be.
"Tino!"
The Finn's head barely turned to see the desperation in his face.
"Jag älskar dig."