- 𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 // 𝐃𝐧𝐟 -

twelve

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
- 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Today wasn't as different as all the other days. In other words, living life to its fullest felt limited.

The stars in the night sky are no longer visible the last time I checked.

George was upset when he found out. Who wouldn't be, anyway? The river beneath the bridge was slowly but surely evaporating into thin air.

Anyone and everyone was on the lookout for water, all the drinks from the stores were sold out or low in stock.

I look at him to distract myself, perplexed by his beauty. Truly, no star could've outshone him. His eyes find mine, and we stare at each other for a few seconds. Or a minute. There was nothing else interesting to stare at but him. Maybe that's how I've always felt, when we met.

The night we met.

I felt destroyed. Broken beyond repair. I begged, pleaded and shouted for him to let me go; He never once did. It left me wondering even now why he didn't go. To him I must've been just another stranger, calling out to death's name threatening to jump off.

But that wasn't something I had the energy to keep thinking about. Instead, I remain seated on the couch, signalling George, in the distance to come over.

He comes over and sits next to me. My cheeks flush with red as his thigh grazed against mine. The day was mostly wasted away by us lying around the house, watching the TV, random conversations and random things. The sun was only now just starting to sink into the horizon, hidden from the human eye.

We let the dusk pass by, until it was fully dark outside. I left George a small grin, signalling that I had something in mind. A blunt, brown sky lacking in what glittered;

The moon was the only thing keeping us some company, but its luminosity was enough to dimly light up the grass in his backyard. He brings out a small light in case the clouds consume the moonlight, and places it somewhere nearby leaving the insects to swarm, mindlessly wandering around it.

And this was the point where we started looking up instead of down. This small, square-cut patch of grass was nothing compared to the realest form of night that enveloped the skies.

"George?" I ask. His head turns and faces me.

"I just wanted to say that I... love you. A lot."

I continue.

"Whether we make it out of this living hell we're in or not, you're what makes it all worthwhile. Maybe the absence of the stars means I can't wish on anything anymore, but I don't care. My wish came true without me even wishing for it. I wasn't looking for you, but you found me."

His lips curve upwards without any doubt nor hesitation. A small tear wells up in his eye;

"You're such an idiot, Clay." The brunette laughs, rubbing away the tears that had been shed. His cold fingers intertwine with my own as he shuffles himself closer to where I'm lying down on the grass.

There was nothing more that I could ask for.

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𝙰/𝙽- 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛! 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 :,)