POTS ~ The struggle of standing

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Juno's pov:

They had walked for a quarter of an hour, in Eliot's pace. It was not cold for that season, it was just cold. Eliot had his hands in the pockets on his jacket. He had seemed to notice that Juno's hands had gotten a little red too, so he had taken the hand that was closest to him and put it inside his pocket with his own. They were holding hands, butterflies filled their stomachs. Eliot smiled at Juno. He wanted to  interlock his fingers with Eliot's. But Eliot smiled at him, so he could only smile back.

"Eliot?" Juno whispered, his voice was raspy.

The brunette looked at him. His eyes seemed to only looked at him. Everything around them was ever so overwhelming; like it was going infinitely fast; like the concept of time had stoped in a tight bubble around them; like it did not matter what others might, or might not think. Juno smiled like a fussy, warm, wiggly bunny at his friend.

"Can we go this way?" He asked warm spirited.

"Yes. Let's do that."

"Here you go." He took something smaller from his pocket with the free hand, and handed it to Eliot. It was a salt tablet. Eliot didn't quite know what to say in response, so he just took the tablet and said thank you.

(Thought I might explain this to people who don't have POTS. Cause this might seem strange... People with POTS typically have a low blood volume, so they need more salt and fluids than others, cause salt and fluids increase blood volume.)

Juno lead them down a road, then another road, and another one, and then one more. Along the way he had picked a flower. They walked until they reached the city's chapel. The chapel. There was actually 2 chapels in the city. One, left behind in ruin, after the war, long ago. And two, the white chapel. The white one was quite lovely, but it had a kind of mysterious feel to it like the dead could rise at any moment. Well that would be difficult, for the fact that most of the buried, were ashes, in their urns. Nonetheless it felt like the world's beginning had been from here. A kind of nostalgic feeling. Not quite fear, but not sadness either. Maybe it was hope. I think it might be so. The hope that everything would somehow and someday be better. The hope that one would could learn, to live without a lost one and still feel happiness in their hearts. The hope that everything would someday become okay.

Juno walked with his hand in Eliot's. They were holding hands. For the first time in a long time. He felt truly happy. As he walked with Eliot beside him, he lead the way past some gravestones. Some were clean, some were not. Some had flowers and some did not. Some for visited, and some were left behind.

There was a small meadow with gravestones and wildlife around in a square. Juno took of the backpack and put out 2 raincoats from it. He had gotten them from Clara, Eliot's mother. He laid them down on the, almost not misty anymore, grass. "I thought we might eat some lunch, if you're up for it."

"Well, now I am." Eliot giggled. He sat himself on the free raincoat, after he had caught his breath a little. Juno took out 2 water bottles, and handed it me of them to Eliot.

"Here you go."

Eliot nodded in response and muttered a 'thank you'. He then opened the capsule, and drank half of the contents.