002. Middles

Everything progresses. Life goes on. Rushing in always hurts, but in this case, perhaps it was better. Nothing could hurt him because he had everything he wanted, except perhaps a life of truth. They had to hide, constantly, tucked away from the world in their own little corner, wrapped in the warmth of one another. When Raimundo brought it up, Jack would hush him, kissing the corner of his mouth and holding him closer, because neither of them wanted to think about it. Neither of them wanted to think of the looks they were forced to cast at one another from across the battlefield when both of them wished to be holding the other and kissing away weak and mumbled apologies from the other's lips. Neither of them wanted to think about the pain. But in the end, everything was alright as they held each other, basking in one another's warmth and knowing that the moment was perfect.