It already happened before; it can't happen once more. Eric, still asleep, draws away his hand from Josh's. Josh had lost his sleep, his silent slumber. This feeling intoxicates him more, more than what it was before. And in the silence he remembers.
"Why'd you move your hand away?" Eric asked Josh as he grabbed back his hand. Josh just smiled and kissed Eric.
"Will you love me?" Eric asked Josh. Silence fell. Josh wanted to say 'yes' but something holds him back. "Because I do," Eric continued, "We'll take long walks together, holding each other's hands, and in the lamplight we'll stare at each other's eyes, letting our heartbeats make the music."
Josh fixed his glance at Eric. Eric's eyes were too difficult to decipher. All Josh knew was that he savored that very moment, where every motion felt to be so right, that nothing can take them away from each other, that no society can misjudge their relationship and them as individuals.
He plays Eric's hair, exploring his head wishing to uncover the mysteries that lie with its thoughts. Josh's fingers travel across his face, his left ear, his nose, his lips. Josh nears his own head, slowly and carefully. Then he locks his lips to Eric's.
It was like Sleeping Beauty, though it only was the opposite of it. Eric wakes up, eagerly avoids Josh's lips. The kisser is astonished, confused.
"Get off!" Eric commands while grabbing his own clothes from the floor.
"You told me you love me and now you don't!" Josh excalims, "What now, Eric? What's wrong??"
"This," Eric says as he gets up, "is wrong! What will they think of you?"
"That, the society?" Josh says, "Ha! Nonsense! You freed me from the entrapment!"
"I don't love you anymore!" Eric says, "How many times will you need to absorb that?"
BANG. Josh buries his face, in his blooded hands, sobbing.
..what the? :)) Gawa nyo? :)) :O
ReplyDeleteuhh. no? haha.
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