Dein Lächeln erzählt Geschichten (untold stories, yet heard)
I proudly present: chapter three, yay. And I must say it was worth falling asleep during german from too less sleep.
Time went by, not touching us. Eventually we sat next to each other, watching waves for the rest of the day. Noone of us wanted to leave, but be had to. It felt like saying goodbye forever.
He had told me, that he could not talk properly, or better he had showed me, using giant gestures and whispered words, but it didn't matter to me. In fact I liked that, feeling that everything he said was just ment for me and that nobody else heard it. I felt special.
We also discovered, that we just lived a twenty minutes walk from each other. Amazing how close you can be, yet never notice it. When the sun sunk into the sea, creating an orange belt for it, we got to our feet. His eyes rested on me, waiting for something he could not say and wanted me to.
Something like: ''We'll see again?'' or ''Goodbye.'' but althought I could talk, I had no idea how I should use this abbility. About two hours ago, we didn't know of each other's existance, not to mention of the feelings this random meeting created.
I wanted him to be mine, be part of me, but I had not the slightest clue how he felt, or how I was supposed to say that without sounding dirty. Blue-green eyes rested on me, scanning my face, waiting for words that would not appear in my head. Disappointed I turned away. How should I describe thoughts, I hadn't known a day ago, how could I resist these eyes?
Never beeing much of a touching person, his gestures and movements frightened and attracted me the same. Knowing him so close made me feel all dizzy and confuzed and seeing, I could not act as he wanted me to, hurt. I wanted to escape the pain, let him alone. My feet moved back, 'I'm not good enough for him. I will hurt him.' running up and down in my mind, but he grabbed my wrist, spinning me around.
His gaze was fixed on me, his teeth dung into his bottom lip. 'Don't leave!' His words were unspoken, but still I felt them. That was the moment I realized that I didn't wanted to leave him. Something said to me, he would not stand the upcoming night alone out here. I smiled, trying to put all the positive feelings inside of me in it, giving it a unhearable voice too. 'Still here for you.' He relaxed, smiling back at me. Somehow he remainded me of a butterfly, easy to hurt or break if you wanted to. But it was the last thing I would do.
Tenderly I moved my hand, interweaving our fingers. ''Let's bring you home. We're still wet and I don't want you to be sick in the cold.'' A chuckle, fingers tipping my hand playfully. His way of talking was amazing, expressing so many different things. In a smooth movement, I hold the back of his hand to my lips, placing a kiss on the salty skin. The blush on his face showed anther feeling. Beautiful, amazing. My lips formed a grin. ''And we both need a shower.''
Seconds later, I found his nose brushing against my forehead. As if he would say: 'Why? I like it when you smell like the sea?' Our hands were still together, but now our chest were touching too. I knew that, if I would allow myself to go on, we would never leave the beach.
Slowly taking a small step back, I said: ''Come on. I want you to be home before the break of the night.'' His hand hold my own tight. I squeezed back a bit, saying 'I won't let go.' and together we left the sinking sun behind us. She would be there everyday, but who knew, how we would meet again?
That night, I went with him to his home, but stayed outside. Shortly before the door closed, he smiled through the shrinking gap between the door and the frame. The few next days, I would visit him, telling him stories or just listening to his heartbeat accompagning wispered words. A week later, I kissed him and he didn't back of. He was mine and I was his.
Time went by. We meet each other whenever possible, spending time sitting on the beach, talking, cuddling or just enjoying the presence of the other. Myde never lost his simmilarity to a butterfly, making me rethink every hug or touch I gave him. I was afraid to break his innocent happiness.
And then, the day came, I had to choose: my dream since childhood; beeing a scientist and helping people in need, or staying at home with the one I loved. It almost tore my heart apart.
My mum had no idea how I felt for Myde, she thought he was one of my 'little friends' as she used to say. She had stopped trying to understand me, loving the boy I was to her, a long time ago. It made no sense to her, that I had to think about leaving the town for studies. In fact, she didn't care if I stayed or not, for she was too wraped up in her memories and her job. I didn't wanted to end like her, but beeing a scientist ment another very important thing: I could invent a cure for Myde. His voice was beautiful, but you always had to focus on it. There was no chance to just let go and loose yourself in his words. Partly this was good, for I never stoped listening, but then you could not just talk nonsense or about the weather. When he talked, it was always very important. How I longed to hear his words and just know what he thought at the moment or maybe what he wanted to cook tomorrow. And I knew, no matter how much I loved him, there was no change he would grow old like this.
That same day I figured this and made my decition, I met him at the beach. His smile grew sad, but he understood me I think. We promissed each other something: he would find a way to not drown while I was gone and I would become a 'wise man' wearing a white coat and stuff. The thought made him chuckle and for that I was glad. It left me with a better feeling. When we walked home that night, he held my hand close to him and stole small glances of my face whenever possible. On the outside I smiled, but at home my heart sunk. How should I stand these days without my quiet water-sprite? I cried.
The day of my department came. The previous night, he had offered himself to me, in his own way. It made me feel nasty and bad, for I would not do it. My mind would not stop telling me how wrong it felt to stroke his skin when we both where so tense, not knowing what to say. He wanted me, but not in that way, it was too much for his natural shy self. So, instead of taking advantage of his try to please me, I only kissed his temple, stoping the shaky hand from opening the t-shirt. ''No. If I do that now, how can I survive without you? My loging would kill me.'' there were tears in his eyes. ''Don't do something, you don't want, for me. I'm really not that important.''
His cheeks were bright red against the dark, his hand shock in my grip. Everthing about him said 'Sorry.'. That made my heart crack a bit. He would suffer for me and I acted so... overly mature. Answerind him in the same mute way, I captured his lips in a small kiss, not pushing him to give in. But he did. 'Till this day, I had no idea how much he would sacrifice for me, and it bothered me to leave him. Mentally I decided to call every day, just in case.
When we arrived at his door that very same night, I said: ''We continue when I get back home in the next winter, ok?'' There was something I would call fire in his eyes as he nodded, smirking. Seeing him smirk is the last image I have of him.
We never said goodbye, I was too much of a wimp for it.
The train to Hollow Bastion left early, making it's way along the coast. Master Ansem was waiting. I was too, waiting for the first snow to fall and a certain pair of blue-green eyes to flare up.