Heya,
next chapter online :).
This time Prom POV - just in case you wondered what happened to him, fufu. It's the first part of his perspective. I will switch to Noct POV and Prom POV with every new chapter and letting the story grow until ... well. Until ;).
Have fun!
Kamuel
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Chapter Eleven - Accoris Part One - Prompto POV
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Prompto ...
... I can hear somebody calling my name.
Prom ...
I feel hands shaking me a little, then stroking gently over my face.
„Noct .. is this you?" I ask with deep hope colouring my voice.
A soft chuckle. „Yes and no …"
With a sudden jolt I lift myself up, only to feel seriously ill straight after, and with a miserable sounding groan I fall back down on the huge bed that I'm lying on. „Ugh, I feel terrible, what's wrong with me?" I ask myself, fighting with the urge to throw up from all the dizziness in my head.
„Be careful, you still have a high fever. Let's take it one step at a time. The etheric energy around this place has been too much for your body. You are going to need a few days to adjust to the unusual strong etheric climate existing here."
A place with too much life energy? Never heard of such a place before ...
Hands are coming up to my forehead to place something soft and cool over it.
Ahh, this is heaven, I start to feel better already.
When I'm sure that the room stopped spinning around me, I glance up at the person talking to me to thank him and I do a sudden double take. „Noct …?"
That's really him! The conversation wasn't my imagination!
Did I survive?
My arm is instantly shooting forward to grasp his upper arm, pulling him down to me to embrace him fiercly. „You are alright!„ I say to him completely overwhelmed, my whole body shaking in relief that I didn't die and that Noct is here by my side. „Noct, you don't know how relieved I am, we survived!" I press my lips against his cheek and hug him as close to my body as possible - afraid that if I let go again he is going to disappear this time for real.
He chuckles softly against my ear and is stroking over my hair with such tender movements. They work like a calming balm for my stressed out soul and I purr with relish, pressing my body as close to him as I can.
I know I'm repeating myself, but I love him so damn much ...
The strong feelings I have for him need some kind of outlet, so I whisper to him: „Noct, I love you ... " I think I'm about to squeeze the breath out of him, but he isn't complaining so far. It feels so amazing to hold him against me that I just can't let go of him any time soon.
All my previous fears and horrors are instantly chased away by his gentle presence. His fingers working their wonders over my scalp, as they stroke over my hair and massage my skin in soothing motions. The only thing that matters to me in this moment is, that he and I are alive and well, that we are together again. I sigh out in bliss and enjoy his familiar warmth against my skin. He is the only one who can make me feel safe.
To think that we almost would have lost each other in this life …
„Noct, please, hold me tightly … don't let go of me ." My voice breaks, the growing emotions in my chest too much for me to bear. Starting to cry, while hiding my face against his skin inbetween his soft throat and neck and nuzzling the warm skin there, needing suddenly more physical proof that I'm really held inside his arms. That I'm not dreaming or gone to some kind of afterlife. I'm so relieved that I didn't die and that I didn't hurt him terribly when I sacrificed myself for him - because I'm still here.
The desperate expression on his face before the grenade hit the ground was simply heartbreaking. But what alternative did I have? He is the most important person in my life and I wanted him to live on, to avenge his father and to become the best King that the world has ever seen ...
Noct starts squeezing me tightly back, kissing the top of my head and is holding me gently as I cry silently against him, still nuzzling his neck, my tears soaking up the fabric of his shirt.
I don't know how much time has passed, I don't know what happened while I've been probably unconscious, but I wish we could hold each other for a long, long time. Didn't he win his bet with Ignis? Because I can't wait to have the entire week to enjoy each night uninterrupted with him ... I really can't wait. So I pull him on the nape of his neck towards me, turning his face to mine, needing to feel his soft lips as badly as I need water to survive.
But then, he is lifting his face further up to watch me intently, caressing my tears away. Then he speaks. And I tremble with yearning for him because his voice is laced with such overflowing, deep love, of the kind I never got to hear before from him: „You are truly the same, no matter in which era you are born into. My future soul is really blessed to have you, Prompto. Thank you for being there for me, for saving my life."
I smile at him, a little bit uneasy inside, gnawing at my bottom lip, confused at what he has just said.
He places his slightly calloused hands on each side of my face and his long beautiful fingers are caressing me tenderly. As I take a really close look at him, I can see now that his face seems to be a little different, somehow even more noble and beautiful. The way he is holding himself seems more majestic, more mature than I remember him to be from before. His body language shows that he has seen and experienced too much in his life already, and that the whole world seems to be pushing down on his shoulders - a harsh world full of expectations and obligations.
His hairstyle is almost the same, only some inches shorter at the sides of his incredibly good looking face. And his eyes ...
His eyes sparkle full of intense and honest emotions.
I whisper with a hint of dread in my guts: „Noct … this is you, isn't it?"
Noct is just smiling warmly without saying a word, continuing to caress the lines of my face with a very gentle expression on his face and I feel the unease in the pit of my stomach grow. The only thing holding me back from jumping up in panic, is the amount of love for me that I can clearly see shining inside his blue eyes.
Just ... who is he?
I give a start when someone walks into the room and is saying amused: „Aha, and so comes the day when I finally caught you red-handed, Atlas. Your endless love for me truly knows of no bounds. Flirting and seducing my younger future self to sate your voracious appetite. Tell me, am I at an age, where my wrinkles are showing already? Thanks to you I'm getting jealous over my younger self. But please, do go on. Don't mind me. I'll just sit myself down on the floor, right at this small corner next to the both of you, and I'll watch your frivolous reunion with extreme pleasure."
The Noct-alike man starts laughing, clearly amused, and is lifting himself fully up, letting go of me with a last tender sqeeze on my arm to look at the person now walking forward to stand beside him. „Chronus, don't be such a drama queen. You know my heart belongs solely to you. And you know it doesn't matter to me from which period of time you are from, my love for your soul is reaching far, from the deepest parts of Hell straight up beyond the Kingdom of Heaven."
My eyes grow impossibly large. Atlas ... Chronus ... what do they mean?
What's going on here … ?
The man named Chronus is making me absolutely dazed with awe and it's helping me to stop my growing confusion for a moment. I never knew that such otherworldly-looking men existed on Earth. Everything about his appearance is … I just don't have any words in my vocabulary to describe him. I would need Ignis and his brilliant ways of eloquence to find the proper expression for this remarkable man (forget it, I already sound like Ignis).
Just imagine the word beautiful - only enhanced by thousands of words of the same meaning and then you get to understand how -beautiful- he truly is. It's simply beyond description.
But even with this high level of beauty-ness, my eyes are still drawn to the man next to him.
To Atlas ...
My heart is beating like crazy because of him and I'm really confused at why. I get now that he isn't Noct. But then ... why does he look and handle himself so much like Noct, while at the same time being completely different?
Watching him interact with Chronus is making me long strongly for my Noct … for the entire time I really thought that it was him holding me tightly just now.
It felt so real ... he felt so real.
And now the disappointment inside of me starts to hurt ... a lot.
To distract myself from my pain, I continue to focus on those two mysterious men before me. Both of them standing side by side is quite the impressive sight for me … and I gulp down, suddenly feeling much too inferior and minor in comparison.
And I think there is something going on with this place I'm at - something important and I seem to be the only one here who doesn't get it yet.
Chronus closes the distance between them and boldly reaches out under the chin of Atlas, trailing his forefinger upwards to those lips that I myself wanted to kiss just a few seconds ago, and I blush in embarrassement when I finally realize that they are lovers.
One has to be blind not to recognize the high level of intimacy they have in their eyes for each other.
And then the gorgeous looking fair-haired man says with a mischievous smile on his lips: „Hmmh, don't you worry, my King. I found the sight that greeted me to be very interesting. At example, it gave me this brilliant idea. We should try out mirrors from time to time, to spice things up between us a little bit."
Oh please, tell me they don't really talk about hot stuff now.
The Noctis look-alike is smirking and nibbling playfully on the other man's finger. „You little minx … one day you are going to be the death of me. Insatiable, that's what you are.", he growls at him, his intent to devour his lover now clear as a day. And just then I'm convinced that they really forgot about me, because Atlas is pulling Chronus with a swift move to his body and then they look deeply into each others eyes and I feel my body temperature shoot high up through the roof of my now fried brain, right as they start kissing each other very sensually.
Oh man, they are unbelievable … did they truly forgot that they are not alone in this room?
Their passionate kisses turn into heavy tongue kissing and as they grow more and more intense and blazing, I feel my cheeks heat up with force. When Chronus is moaning breathlessly, I just can't take my eyes away from them, the fierce love and desire between them too captivating.
I watch those two for a few long seconds, because they remind me so much of Noct and I when we first kissed at the Coernix gas station on that first night we became lovers, and I'm getting lost in my memories ... until I become aware of doing something improper.
I suddenly clear my throat quite loudly, in hopes they get my hint and I avert bashfully my eyes to look down at the blanket in front of me, playing with the fabric in my hands feeling nervous and turned on.
Damn … they are so hot together … they were only kissing, but I swear to God I've never seen this kind of erotic connection of lips against lips on any lovers before. Like sparks of magic, the desire for each other is flying everywhere, that even while I'm not looking at them I still can feel the smoldering heat in this room affecting me.
„Hnng … ah .. Atlas, wait! Wait, I said." Chronus is squeaking, sounding embarrassed all of a sudden. But Atlas seems to be over the moon with him, probably eating him up right now, having his hands where it matters most to them (on the bottom, like Noct always does to me), because Chronus is moaning again and I hear how Atlas is catching him into quite the hot kiss again. And then I lift my eyes up under my fringe to look if they have stopped and I get to see how Chronus is trying to quickly wrench himself away and Atlas responding with a disappointed groan.
I quickly look down again, listening to their heavy breathing for a short while, and I bite on my own tongue - oh yes, I know of the feeling of frustration when the passionate sparks culminate into this blazing need to find release and for whatever reason you just can't continue.
It was horrible for Noct and I, the time when Ignis and Gladio walked inside the caravan that first night, and we needed to stop fumbling and fondling each other like some horny teenagers that we suddenly had turned into, not to expose ourselves before their eyes. The heady desire in my groin was killing me softly that night and I remember Noct's frustration when he had punched the wall. Now I find this quite funny and I smile fondly at the memory.
After Chronus and Atlas finally compose themselves, I hear Chronus say in a breathless voice to me:. „Ehm, forgive us, Prompto. It's always the same with the two of us. It's been hardly a week since we've been married and ... we just can't keep our hands off from another. Please don't think badly of us and forgive our bad manners."
Atlas is smirking behind his hand while he is winking at me right when he is giving Chronus a playful clap on his bottom and not removing his hand afterwards.
"Atlas! Hands off. Now."
Atlas is only shrugging sheepishly, opening his mouth to make a biting motion with his teeth into the air, as if wanting to bite on Chronus and devour him whole.
I roll my eyes in amusement at their behaviour.
Newlyweds. Of course.
I suddenly need to laugh inwardly at this. Didn't Noct and I recently joke about our newlywed brains and stuff? What a coincidence. When I see Noct again I have to tell him about this, he would find this as hilarious as I do.
Looking once again at those two - love birds - like Gladio likes to call Noct and I, I notice the uncanny similiarity between all four of us.
Is this what Noct and I look like to outsiders at home? All lovey-dovey? I slap my hand against my forehead and look sideways in thought. Well, I guess from now on I should be more careful how I affect others around me, especially Ignis and Gladio … no wonder they are so grumpy sometimes. Surely they miss the same kind of intimacy when they watch something sensually like this happening before their very eyes. I now feel kind of bad for how I behaved in front of them until now.
I definitely can understand these feelings Chronus and Atlas have for each other, because at home I'm not able to keep my hands off from Noct either ...
Atlas is coming closer and looking at me with genuine concern in his eyes. „Prompto. How are you feeling? Do you think you are well enough, for us to explain your situation?"
„Oh … ehm."
Very eloquent of you, Prom.
I look shyly up into his eyes and then nod at him to confirm that I'm well enough - somewhat afraid of stuttering if I were to open my dumb mouth once more. I think I developed a stupid crush on Atlas - only because he reminds me so much of a more mature Noct.
I feel my face heat up again when Atlas is suddenly placing his hand on my forehead, his touch electrifying my body. Well, it's not my fault that they managed to arouse me with their previous stunt, and because of this I feel somewhat ashamed in their presence, not knowing how to react in front of them now.
I throw an apologizing glance at Chronus, but he is just smiling knowingly at me, thank God he doesn't address the slight problem I have in front of Atlas, and neither is he angry at me for feeling this way about his husband.
Seriously though, what the hell am I thinking?!
I'm so confused ... confused over why Atlas is making my knees weak.
To think that mere minutes ago I confused him with Noct, and that I wanted to kiss him as hotly as Chronus did just now ... I feel kind of stupid and flustered for invading his personal space in such a manner. But then, why didn't he pull away in the beginning of it all? Why did he let me snuggle and fondle him so intimately, when he already is married to such a gorgeous man beside him?
Even now, Atlas looks and acts towards me like he really loves me as much as Noct does ... and this doesn't make any sense to me.
And then ... there is something deep inside of me that keeps pulling me to him … the urge to kiss him breathless is now stronger than ever. I want to feel the same rapture from those sensual tongue-kisses that Chronus has felt ... and I feel his inner power calling to me as it did back at home and I've always been too weak to ignore the allure and pleasure the force inside of him promised to me in exchange for my life force.
So ... in what way is Atlas related to Noct?
I meet his blue eyes once more and shudder with sudden arousal, blushing like a little girl with a huge crush just when he is smirking at me in a sexy way - I think he knows of what I've been thinking all this time.
He is glancing sideways at Chronus and I can't decipher their gazes thrown at each other, but I can see then Chronus smile softly and nod at him - a sign that only much later I get to understand ...
Atlas is caressing my face one last time, before he moves slightly away. Why do I feel such a yearning for the touch of this man, when I already know that he is somebody different?
My brain is killing me here.
I watch in silence, trying to figure out my feelings, as both men sit down beside me on the king-sized bed, making themselves comfortable while holding each other and I suddenly wish that Noct would be here … I want to be held by him in the same way that Atlas does to Chronus. Really, they are such a gorgeous couple … I can see from here how much they love each other. But instead of feeling envious, I feel very happy for them. And because of my current thoughts, a warm smile is spreading on my face without my conscious awareness.
„You look happy." Chronus is nudging me out of my thoughts with his elbow.
„What? Oh. Ehm ... it's because watching you two, obviously loving each other so deeply, makes me very happy to see. I'm genuinely happy for you two."
The beautiful men sitting at my side are looking fondly at each other and then back at me.
„ ... and the sight of you holding each other makes me long for my soul mate very much …" I add softly, looking at Atlas and longing for Noct with every fiber of my being.
Chronus is touching my shoulder in understanding and then says: „Prompto, to clear up your confusion first, of why you are here and who we are to you, let us introduce ourselves to each other. As you now know, I'm Chronus. I am what you would call a reincarnation of yours, living in your distant past, because you and I share the same spirit inside. From this, we can further say, that you are my future self. All my experiences - of hardship and suffering, of happiness and love - are stored inside of you. My enlightenment, my knowledge of the profound truths of our existence, my power - to make it short, everything that I am now, is already saved somewhere inside the deepest parts of your subconscious mind. I'm you and you are me. Where we differ, is in only our individual level of awareness."
I look up into his eyes with a deep frown. "You mean, I really travelled into the past?" I ask, while trying to understand how such a beautiful human being like Chronus could ever be my past self. I have a whole different image of myself in my head right now - vastly different and vastly boring.
But to think that all he has experienced is already inside of me, hidden somewhere ... I truly wish in this moment to be him. To be as gorgeous as him, as noble and graceful as him ...
„Indeed, you have traveled into the far past. Oh, and you already have met Atlas. He is the ruler of this Kingdom, the King of Accoris."
Atlas is then adding with a gentle voice: "I apologize for the quite informal introduction, Prompto. But our special circumstances are allowing us to be quite personal, private and more ...intimate with each other. And I would prefer if you think of me as a close friend. Don't even think about throwing formal words around in my presence, or else ...", he finishes with a smirk on his perfectly shaped lips ...
Oh, trust me, I would prefer to think of you as Noct right now and throw erotic themed words in your captivating presence instead ...
I shake my head to clear my brain from this tantalizing image. It's not the right time and place to fantasize about something that goes into a lewd direction.
Chronus then is giving a short laugh, saying: "To make things easier for you, just think of me simply as your inner voice of good reason. It can be quite strange to talk to yourself in real life, isn't it?" Chronus is grinning widely at me when Atlas is pinching and tickling his sides and then he gives a squeak of laughter, playfully hitting Atlas on his thigh.
"Atlas! Stop that. Hands off."
Those two ... seriously ...
Afterwards he continues in a serious voice: "Here, in Accoris, I'm entrusted with the duty of protecting the flow of time. I've been created with the power to alter the past, the present and of course, the future according to divine will."
A new frown on my forehead appears and deepens. "Created? How?"
"Prompto. Your true self, our true self, is not from this world. Hence, our material bodies were not 'born' into the physical plane like all human beings are, but rather 'created', by higher beings living in the Kingdom of Heaven - our true original home. There was no physical sexual connection involved into our creation. Not in the sense as humans understand. Our bodies were created with the pure intent of love, which has the highest, most potent frequency and potency. A love, that you can only understand as an enlightened individual. And so, the bodies that we share in each life are of a complete different type compared to the 'born' bodies, genetically and etherically. Our bodies need to be able to adapt to the inner power for the time when we wake up to our true potential, life after life. Because you and I come originally from a place that exists beyond time and space, the people of this world at this time and age call us Gods or Deities. Our otherworldly appearance, our advanced knowledge and technology and our exceptional powers, are a result of us bypassing the usual incarnating procedures that all human beings must go through to advance."
Well, all of this would sound completely crazy if Noct wouldn't have told us before about the spiritual world, about his father living on, about Etro being a living entity and about our immortal existence. So ... I'm not really that surprised at what Chronus just revealed to me.
Just ... I don't -want- to believe that I'm his future self, that he is my past self.
I just can't see it.
Not me.
I still give a nod to him, so that he can explain further.
"Prompto, the power of your inheritance and of your sacrifice has brought you here into the far past. The time has come for you now, to get initiated into your family's best kept secrets. As I'm the one who knows myself and yourself the best, I'm responsible to guide you through your lessons, insomuch so you can reach your highest potential. The power of your inheritance is the legacy you received as the sole heir of the Chronos bloodline."
"Chronos bloodline ...? Wait a moment." I halt him with my hand to give me a second to think.
"You had me - until you mentioned secrets, legacy, inheritance and my family. I just don't understand. My family and I were fugitives. We escaped from a terrible war. I was too young to remember what was happening around me, but you make it sound as if my family and I were part of something important. They had kept secrects from everybody? I don't have any major memories of my family and ancestors, nor do I have any remaining items where I could have read or learn about those. But, I can assure you, they all were ordinary people. At least, I can say that -I- am not important in any way. I don't have any special powers inside of me, as you keep insisting that I have - else I wouldn't have died. I don't even -look- otherwordly handsome, nor do I have some kind of extraordinary knowledge or have experienced enlightenment. Even in my group of friends back home, I'm the most clumsy, plain and easy-going-type of guy. Are you sure, you have the right man for the initiation you mentioned? It all sounds much too important for a simpleton like me."
Chronus is watching me with a sad expression written all over his beautiful face. "Prompto ..."
"Yeah, I know that I don't think that highly of myself - I never did."
Then why do I feel as if I need to apologize to Chronus ... ?
I add for the good measure: "And in no way are we the same, past self or not. I mean-", I stop to sign with my finger between Chronus and me to make him understand that the gap between us is too big. "You can't be MY past self. You joked before about mirrors. Did you look recently into one? At how mind-blowingly gorgeous you are? And did you look at MY face properly? Yes? I don't know how you perceive yourself every day, Chronus, but compared to you I look entirely different and actually quite bland and boring."
He is blinking confused at my serious face, not really understanding what I'm getting at. With a defeated sigh I repeat what I meant with other words.
"Look. To say this in my terms, YOU are Mona Lisa, think of a famous beautiful painting, and -I- am a simple stick figure drawn by an amateur in comparison. My humble genes and DNA didn't bring over any of your otherworldly beauty into the future, as you can clearly see from my un-sparkling face. I'm small, I'm lanky, I'm pale all over, full of freckles and thanks to the persistently ugly dark circles under my eyes, people all around me do always avoid me because they think I'm heavy on drugs or something. My worst trait is sometimes being too loud and noisy, while my best trait is that I found love of the deepest kind that I share back home with my soul mate and I became a better man because of it - I recently sacrificed my life for Noct and would do so again, as many times as it is needed, for him to stay alive and well. I would follow him into the deepest parts of Hell, because HE is special. And this is now the crucial part for you to understand: you have mistaken me for Noct, while HE should have been here, to be intiated into whatever inheritance his father has left for him and become a true King."
Chronus is opening his mouth, starting to speak, but I halt him with my hand again.
I take a short break to breathe out, then I add absolutely convinced of being right: "Taking everything I just said into account, my point is: you definitely got the wrong guy. It's Noct you should have rescued, not me." I finish, crossing my arms and nodding to myself for coming to the conclusion that makes the most sense to me.
Those two must be bonkers, in no way do I fit into the things they just told me. Noct is the cool, beautiful and powerful one, not me. It can't be me.
When there is no reaction and no words are being spoken, I lift my head to look at what's wrong and my face must look stupid or something, because Atlas and Chronus are staring at me as if I would have grown several heads on my shoulders.
"What?", I ask finally to get someone talking to me.
My body is jumping in fright when Atlas is roaring in laughter, falling backwards and almost down from the bed, laughing his heart out.
Chronus is snorting his own laughter into his hand, hiding his face from me and I rise both of my brows in irritation. "Hey! Stop laughing guys, I am damn serious here."
But I can't help it, when I see them laughing so much I start smiling at them, nudging Atlas with my feet for him to stop. He is lifting his head, looking into my eyes, wheezing, then is throwing his head back deep into the blanket and resuming to laugh hard, throwing his arm over his eyes. I nudge him again and he is nudging me back with his feet and then I have enough of him so I throw a pillow straight at his red coloured face in revenge for laughing so much at me - but he only laughs harder, turns himself to the side and is hugging a laughing Chronus to hide his face from me.
Damn him ... if only I wouldn't find myself attracted by Atlas ... now even more, because the behaviour that I see before me, is pure Noct ... he would behave the same way in this situation.
"If you both have calmed down any time soon, I think we don't have all day, tell me, what did I say that sounded so damn funny?" I try to look angry, but the sight of them laughing together is really ... beautiful.
Finally they get apart from each other, lifting themselves to a sitting position once more and then Atlas does something very surprising. He is shifting to sit behind me this time and I watch absolutely amazed and astonished how he is hugging me from behind, pulling me to his warm and strong chest to lean on him and I'm so flabbergasted and flustered to have skin contact with him again that I'm behaving awkwardly now. Not knowing where I should place my limbs - afraid of touching him anywhere, because he is off-limits to me. But Atlas is placing his arms around me, pulling me right to his inviting body and I try not to think about how incredible he feels against me ... my heart is racing when Chronus is placing his hand on my shoulder. And holy hell, I'm not sure I can follow the serious conversation right now - not with this hot Noct-look alike behind my back and holding me against his chest and hips ...
Please ... someone help me.
I don't know what to do or think anymore.
Then Atlas is speaking softly, just beside my left ear and again, I shudder with pleasure when his breath is tickling the fine hairs on my skin. "You seem to be focused on physical appearance too much - but Prompto, let me tell you that physical beauty is not eternal. On the contrary, all that is of material substance is evanescent." He then stops to squeeze me gently. "It's your inner spirit that counts - your true self that lives eternally." He places his right hand over my chest, right over my heart and adding: "And it is your heart, the home of your spirit, that is the most beautiful to me. It is your heart that is prevailing over time and space. Regardless of any time or age, or of any physical appearance that your body might have in each life - my true self, my heart, is recognizing yours in every single incarnation. It is recognizing every single body in which your immortal essence is dwelling. It doesn't care about outside appearances, because these don't outlive an immortal heart. My future self, Noctis, has chosen you out of your pure inner qualities. I'll always find you gorgeous and otherworldy, no matter what age and era I'm reborn into - no matter from what age and era you are coming from."
Oh Lord ... so Atlas -is- Noct. No wonder I felt so utterly smitten and excited in his presence ... it's him after all, only his past self. Now I can stop feeling bad about my feelings towards him. It's not wrong to yearn and crave for him, in my mind at least.
His words just now ... they manage to make me stronger, to feel better overall. Because of him I start to believe in myself. And because of what he just said to me, I feel fresh tears sliding against my cheeks, his words hitting some sore and neglected parts deep inside of my subconscious mind, and my tears flow further down, dripping on his hands that are currently embracing my chest.
Atlas is noticing and then he is holding me even tighter, as if I am the most precious person to him, pressing himself against my back, squeezing me firmly to his chest, almost crushing me in his embrace while he is placing his soft cheek against mine.
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, my entire being shaken and completely blown away by the fierce, bittersweet love that I can feel by being surrounded inside his protective arms.
And then ... he whispers to me. The hot air puffing from his breaths and caressing softly the side of my lips, and I become all undone with raw emotions for him, sobbing like a child, when I hear him say:
"Prom. That's what true soul mates truly signifies."
...
to be continued.