breddy nocturnes

small moments and bigger dreams

the stretch of the evening and night before their mendelssohn concert—it's in tune with how brett feels about the actual concert itself. both are moments he'll hold in his heart, blossoming in warmth like this full-time commitment has over the last nine years.

the evening had been the opening melody of a soft prelude: he and eddy had stood together on the rooftop with the two bubble teas they'd ordered, looking out at the view of the concert hall below. it's moments like those when brett truly feels comfort, softness, home.

brett looks for love in the smallest things, the same way living things look for life in rays of sunlight.

"we'll be performing there in…less than twenty-four hours," brett remarked as he edited and posted the photo he'd just taken, of his and eddy's bubble teas and the view of the concert hall.

"yeah. i can't believe it's already tomorrow." eddy smiled softly as he poked the straw into his bubble tea and took a sip. "you nervous at all?"

"i feel like the performance anxiety hasn't caught up to me just yet," brett laughed. "though i might not be able to sleep tonight, actually."

"i know you'll do amazing tomorrow. seriously."

the evening had passed warmly with the cool breeze on their faces, the half-sweet taste of their bubble tea. soft words and soft laughter, embraces and comfort, as they reflected on how they'd made it this far, reliving the warmth of reaching their dreams in ways they'd never expected.

"if someone told me back in orchestra all those years ago, that we'd be performing with the singapore symphony orchestra someday, i'd never believe it."

their celebratory drinks on the rooftop was one of those small moments when brett could just live in the swelling fondness in his heart forever, without a worry in the world next to the person he's committed his whole life to. 

slowly, he let his head fall on eddy's shoulder, and yes yes yes, eddy's always been here for him, holding him up when he needs it, when there's days that all he needs is home. he closed his eyes as he feels eddy's arm coming around him.

sometimes the small moments are more than he thinks.

• • •

the rush finally kicks in when brett's head hits the pillow; the anticipation and nervousness slowly crescendoing in every fiber of his being aren't feelings he can sleep through. he reaches for his phone and tweets "can't sleep" and the notifications from their fans instantly spill into the inbox.

he just lies there, completely still with the agitating feeling beneath his skin. and many long minutes later, a soft knock on his bedroom door. a bleary-eyed eddy appears at the entrance. "i saw your tweet. you can't sleep either?"

"nah." brett shakes his head with a laugh. he sits up against the headboard and pats the spot next to him. "wanna join me for a bit?"

eddy smiles softly and slips into the space next to him. a soft brush of lips against his neck, the weight of eddy's head on his shoulder, his fingers trailing through his hair, and brett's nerves slowly ease into the comfort of someone familiar. he returns a kiss to eddy's forehead, his arm coming around his shoulders.

(the night passes like this: they're awake late into the night, talking about everything and nothing, leaning into the warmth of eachother's words and the comfort of the silence in between.)

"it could only ever have been us, yknow," eddy says into the silence at the end of it all, and brett's living a whole new dream come true.