But To Live Does Not Mean You're Alive (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Ten

I felt so good. It’s not the best feeling I’ve felt but it was good enough. I found myself floating up in the sky, moving along slowly with the clouds. Did the heaven gates open? I was not sure. I was eaten by the feeling of calmness and peace sharing their equal place. I didn’t care anymore. I felt freedom. I wanted to stay this way as long as I could.

It happened continuously until all of a sudden, the place I presumed paradise was interrupted by a voice.  The voice called my name. Its intensity was great that it echoed all over. But it was not something that I would rather not hear. It was the voice of angel.

Wait, I knew that voice. I told myself that.

It was the voice that reaches out for me. It was the voice that makes me believe in hope. It’s the voice I love hearing. It’s the voice that somehow changed my train of emotions; which in most part of my existence travelled way down low.

Without any signs or warning, the fluffy surface I was standing on started to crumble and shake. Bits and pieces were falling off seconds after seconds. I could not move, I felt like some force was holding me back, putting weights on me.

Soon after, the entire surface disappeared, as if liked it was pulled by something from below leaving me with no support. I battled for my balance but I lost. I started falling back to the ground. But I had my eyes opened, I was proven wrong. Ground was not the place of landing. It was pits of fire. As I continued to fall in an incredible speed, the pits begun opening quickly like it was anticipating my fall. Then what appeared first as pits turned into a vast body of flowing and boiling lava. The picture was beyond horrible and dire.

I anxiously waited for the end. There was no escape.

Just when I was about to plunge and be completely devoured by the river of doom, someone grabbed me and lifted me up again.

No words could exactly contain the relief I felt. It was indescribable.

I clung to my saviour as tight as I could.

That was the last thing I remembered.

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My eyes slowly fluttered. My vision adjusted to the darkness that greeted it. I felt safe somehow. Every senses of my body started coming back. I felt a hand on my hair. It was gently raking through the hair strands. I sensed no harm, unlike when it’s my father touching it.

A face embodying softness and concern captured my blurry vision. The blur begun to subside, the image got clearer. Our eyes met and locked at each other’s gaze. It was not intense but it was beyond amazing. I was alienated by the feeling.

“M-m-miguel?”

Hoarseness wrapped my voice. It was soft and low, a whisper perhaps.

“Shhs. I’m here. You’re safe.”

 I heard the same voice again. There’s no doubt. It really was him.

I did not say any word after that. The clash of our gaze withstood. They were full of words more than our voices could even deliver.

Then I realised, I was getting cosy on his lap. I blushed. The distance between was so close that it could barely be measured. I flinched, slowly. I felt the resistance by his arms, but not long enough they let go.

I slowly moved away a little bit to sit up, creating a reasonable gap between the two of us. I did not feel embarrassed actually. In fact, the only feeling known to me that very moment was mere happiness.

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“Kurt, you should have not done it. You could have gotten hurt. What if some bad people saw you? You were so vulnerable.”