"I'm burning and it's because of you."
Three years ago one decision tore them apart before they even could be together. Now they meet again. With memories of the past and sweet promises of the future the world doesn't seem so bad. But the greed and...
"The begenning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themeselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them."
- Thomas Merton
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"You like me. You want me to be your boyfriend. You think you know me, but do you? Earth, how much do you really know about me?"
Earth opened his mouth, he was ready to talk about all the things he knew about Mix but...
"What is my favourite colour? My favourite animal? How about how do I manage to still keep the shop running despite paying your father each month and seeing how there are still fewer and fewer customers by each month? Or how about how do I know how to use a gun and can differentiate between different types of bombs?" Mix was watching Earth with his big round eyes, his hair falling into his face in gentle waves when he tilted his head, waiting for Earth to speak.
Earth knew that Mix was the kindest, most selfless person he ever knew. He was smart and funny. He didn't care about what people thought about him, he always did what was right. Mix was gentle and fierce at the same time. He could soothe you with his voice in one moment and drive you mad in the next. He didn't care what Earth's friends were thinking about him or how many times they tried to provoke him, but he did care about Earth's reaction to it.
Mix was more than beautiful. His beauty was something that couldn't be described with such a simple and overused word. Yet in his mind, Earth was using that word a lot, for it was the first word that appeared in his mind every time he thought about Mix, but there were always more accurate words that flew into his consciousness right after.
Yet all of those were general things Earth could find out just by observing Mix from afar. But all that knowledge didn't answer Mix's questions. Earth felt stupid. He thought that just because he liked Mix for so long that he knew him, turned out he didn't. Not in the way that truly mattered.
"I—"
"You don't," Mix said surprisingly softly. "And that's alright. We never had time to get to know each other, so how can you?"
"I'm sorry."
Mix shook his head, "I don't know much about you either. But now we have time to learn, right? To deeply get to know someone is a long process. It doesn't happen in a day. I saw the way you reacted when I was holding that bomb and saying all those things — you were confused, you still are. And you think that I'm hiding something from you, don't you?"
Earth sighed, "I don't know, Mix. It was just weird seeing you handling that bomb like it couldn't blow up any moment. That's not you I once knew in school."
"That's what I'm talking about, Earth. You don't know me and you didn't know me in school either. And the same goes for me."
There was pressure pressing down on Earth's chest, he didn't like where Mix was going with all of this. If Mix wanted to reject him he should have done it at the dinner and not keep torturing him like that. He ducked his head down and stood up, "I shouldn't have come here, I'm sorry for bothering you."
