The nights were short and the days were long as summer dragged its rugged tail behind. The first male was usually up, doing something or another. He found joy in everything. Partying, writing, playing instruments. He was intelligent and very talented.
During the nights he couldn't sleep he watched the other, small smiles dancing across his face as he took quiet notes on the little snores and nose scrunches the second man did in his peaceful slumber.
The first though it was cute. He loved it when the other would cuddle his back when they had both awoken, or when he snuggled up after a nightmare.
This was the very first time in his life that he felt peace. Love. Acceptance. He was enthralled by it. He ate up every word the other said, every story told, every tradition done. He did it all.
And so did the second. The second found interest in the other's culture, often researching it and making him small things to remind him of home.
For the time being, they had peace of mind. They thought they were given a soul mate. They thought time and fate would work together to be forgiving.
They were wrong.
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Lips sewn up in fear
RomanceThis is where their story begins. Who exactly, you may never know. Take a journey through their toxic lusts for each other, as we follow 2 certain males through their path to love and all it's holy grails.
