Summary:
Say the most human of things
And if everything is temporary
I will bear the unbearable
Terrible triteness of being
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On their final morning, they allowed themselves to enjoy the company of each other’s arms.
The light of the sunrise changed of that to midday, and Schlatt, Wilbur hooked around his waist, continued to sit in bed.
Schlatt’s hand stirred over Wilbur’s curly locks every couple of minutes, sending the same message down his fingers he had been telling him all night long…. “I’m right here”.
He hoped he would always be there for him.
Which is why he feared the ritual today.
So many things could go wrong, leading them to become corrupted and to forget everything they ever were...for real this time.
He had managed to quell his anxiety for a moment in Wilbur’s embrace, but now that the moment was steadily approaching, he could no longer ignore it.
He hoped, just like Wilbur hoped, that somehow everything would fit and it would turn out alright.
It was better than thinking of the alternative.
He had told Wilbur he was ready to go, and that was true, but he just hoped that wherever he went he would open his eyes and see Wilbur’s face greeting him.
Schlatt had never thought about being in love before.
It was something he always buried deep inside because he knew that whoever he loved shouldn’t have to deal with the burden that trailed behind Schlatt like a disease he couldn’t shake.
But he felt it...whatever it was.
This beautiful feeling whenever he listened to Wilbur’s soft snores, or when he kicked him in his sleep, or even back then when Schlatt knew that whenever Wilbur would open his mouth to say a quick retort...Schlatt couldn’t resist smiling.
And that’s when Schlatt knew that this feeling...whatever it was, had always been there.
He couldn’t pinpoint a time when he looked at Wilbur’s face when it wasn’t there, the swelling feeling that invaded his chest and never left.
“If this is love,” He thought as his hand left Wilbur’s hair and down his arm, “I’m glad I got to be here to experience it with you.”
Schlatt turned and tilted his head, pressing his lips against the nap of Wilbur’s tousled hair.
Wilbur opened his eyes slowly, a languid smile stretching across his face as he snuggled closer, his nose pressing against Schlatt’s neck.
He managed a lazy “good morning,” and Schlatt chuckled.
“Well past that, Wilby,” Schlatt said, the first words of the day making his voice gravel.
Wilbur laughed softly, his hand removed from around his waist to rest on Schlatt’s chest.
“What time is it?” Wilbur managed after another couple minutes of silence.
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the deepest sighs, the frankest shadows
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