Impossible

6

It was after church again, and it was Samuel's favourite time. He felt as if he could relax from under The Lord's watchful eye. And Joshua, well Joshua was free now.

Samuel rarely went to church.

But he always waited for Joshua afterwards. Because afterwards was his time with him, he would have no religion steal Joshua away from him.

And that's what they did at such a time, they found an alleyway where they could simply be themselves, and there they laughed and talked.

There were many times that Samuel simply wanted to push Joshua up against the wall and kiss him. They were both older now, they were adults, they could do that. All the innocence for their adventures from when they were younger had drained away, and sometimes late and night, Samuel would stay up thinking off all the scenarios they could get in. Dirty, sinful thoughts that no one must ever know.

Yet he thought them anyway.

But he knew he couldn't. Even if Joshua looked perfect, he knew he couldn't. Not only for fear of society, but for fear of rejection. For fear of Joshua to push him away. For him of him to think him disgusting. For fear of him to abandon him.

So instead he simply watched him laugh and thought that there was no one else who would ever amount to all that Joshua is. He was lucky enough to have him in his life, especially so close that sometimes he could trick himself into believing they're in love. He was even beginning to get dangerously caught up in them, losing himself in reality.

But they were addicting; he could not stop.

Joshua looked up from his laughing, still giggling slightly, catching Samuel off guard as he looked deeply into his eyes.

A warm smile spread across Joshua's face, and Samuel found himself replicating it. He was so in love with this boy.

Their happiness was interrupted though when the sound of heavy footsteps approached them.

"Finally, we caught you," The priest panted, as if upon running.

The two boys looked over at him, confused. Joshua frowned gently and motioned towards him slightly.

"Father, what do you mean?" He asked, looking curiously over at the priest and the few townsfolk he had with him. They had always been careful and had never committed any sins in their life.

"Not you," He hissed, forcefully pushing him aside and he hit his head on the wall. He held out a cross at Samuel as if it were his shield, "Him," He hissed and Joshua looked dazed over at his friend, who was looking fearfully at the priest.

"Father I-" He was cut off by the priest, who thrusted the cross closer to him. Samuel flinched as if he were going to hit him with it.

"You are the spawn of the devil, no, almost the devil himself. Witchcraft! Heresy! We should have burned you a long time ago when you came out looking like that." He pointed wildly at his eyes, and Samuel reeled back in fear.

He was born with his eyes' different shades, almost different colours, one a dark, captivating green and the other a light, shining green. Many were scared, but since they were still the same colour it was let slide.

"S-Sam?" Joshua whispered, feeling the blood trickle down the side of his head, as the people with the priest marched forward and grabbed Samuel by the arms, pulling him away.

Reality kicked in, and he stood up, stumbling but reaching out towards his friend, "Sam!"

But he was harshly dragged back by the back of his shirt collar and hit around the head with the bible.

"Stay back, demon." The priest hissed, and that was all he could comprehend before he was out cold.