Hey there, this is my fist fic so go easy on me! The lyrics are actually a translation of an old Russian folk tune called "Darogoi Dli Mayou" or Dear to Me.
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Chapter 1. Betrayal
The moon rose high that night, clouds misting softly against the velvety dark.
Perhaps that was why he hadn't felt so alone, sitting out there in the snow. The moon had always offered a sense of comfort for the redhead.
But not tonight. This time the luminescent presence was not enough to sooth his bleeding heart.
/We used to ride in a three-horse carriage
With bells tinkling
And lights were blinking in the distance
I wish I could go with you again,
To clear my soul of all my grief/
Stars shattered in the beautiful blue eyes as he remembered what he had just witnessed…Bryan, his Bryan, in bed with another man.
A nameless man.
Really only a boy…A boy who would only last the night.
Tala allowed the tears to drizzle hot and salty down his cold cheeks; he couldn't remember how long he had sat out there, watching his breath mist out in front of him to blur hi view of the snow frosted street.
He was so confused right now.
Hurt.
Full of betrayal.
His heart bursting with love for a man who no longer returned his feelings…
The only thing he knew for certain right now was that he wouldn't go back.
He would never go back.
/Going down that long road on a moonlight night
With that song that is flying away, ringing
And with that old seven-stringed guitar
That troubled me so much at nights/
Why had he done it?
Tala breathed in deeply the smell of freshly fallen snow and lingering smoke…Trying desperately to stem the tears welling behind his eyes.
"Bryan…W-why?" Tala's small voice breathed into the dark, the tears that scattered across his delicate face reflected the stars embedded in the heavens.
/Living such life without joy and torture,
I recollect the years that passed by
And your silver hands
In that three-horse carriage
Which went away for good.../
Was it worth it?
Being heartbroken?
Maybe he could just run back into those strong arms which had supported him throughout the years…Just like nothing had ever happened.
And maybe…
Maybe he could pretend that there wasn't a new, nameless, somebody who took his place ever night.
And he could pretend he was Bryan's only. Just like Bryan was his.
But no. He could never...He would never be able to.
/Going down that long road on a moonlight night
With that song that is flying away, ringing
And with that old seven-stringed guitar
That troubled me so much at nights/
Hours melted into hours, and Tala could no longer feel his legs.
He noted with satisfaction that a numbness had even started to grow in his heart, freezing the warmth of love and stilling the burn of anger, betrayal…hurt.
Tala settled himself into the cold, succumbing to it eagerly.
He wanted to be rid of this horrible pain, embedded deep within his heart, he wanted it gone.
/Days are passing by,
Multiplying my sorrows,
It's so hard for me to forget the past/
Star-less blue eyes blinked sleepily into the night, gazing up at his loyal friend, the moon.
Hugging his knees to his chest, Tala allowed the night to embrace him…To take him somewhere dark and safe…To take him away.
/And one day
The day will come,
My dear,
When you are going to bury me.../
"Bryan…?"
/You are
So dear to me.../
TBC
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