Unforgiven
Roy lay beside Alphonse in their bed, still warm from their earlier passion. He turned away from the boy, not wanting to see every similarity, every likeness he shared with him. Even when they made love, there was always that resemblance, that fine crease in something that should have been smooth and seamless. Things that should have spoken of warm intimacy, a soft sigh here, a murmured proclamation of love there, had a cold, bitter edge to them, and it broke them a little more inside each time.
All because of him.
All because they both knew it should be him here, not the other. Their love, whatever was between them called so because they had no better name for it, would always have a melancholy undertone and yet…yet they were powerless to break the cycle. So, even as it broke their hearts, once again named so because they had no other name for it, they clung and clutched to the other, knowing that this was their price to pay, their penance. This was the cost they must pay…for loving something as elusive as the wind, and so they will remain unforgiven, their atonement an unending sacrifice.
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