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To count the amount of times Will had waken up next to Mike and felt this way would be pointless, because nothing could ever compare to the emotion Will felt in this moment.

Some say repetitiveness is unoriginal and boring, but Will feels like he could wake up this way until it becomes nothing more than something that is routine to him.

Will is the first to wake up of the two boys, and not to his surprise. The morning starts slowly, calmly. Will's head isn't completely connected with his mind at this point in the morning, and he doesn't mind.

It's not until he tries to sit up that his heart beats speed up multiple paces.

Because when he tries to move his hand over his eyes to block the morning sun, a weight is dragged along with his hand.

He moves his blurred gaze down to see what he was dragging, and it's then that he notices Mike's hand in his.

His heart rate speeds up and he begins to panic until he looks down at Mike's face.

If the sun were a person.

The light is reflecting off of Mike's sleeping figure, making him seem angelic. He is breathing heavy. His cheeks are stained with tears, and all of a sudden, Will feels upset.

He can't determine exactly why in this moment, but something about remembering the night before makes him uneasy.

Maybe it's the way that everything is different now.

Looking at his and Mike's hands intertwined makes Will feel like crying, although he doesn't. He's just happy that Mike had talked to him, let alone fell asleep with him.

And maybe a part of Will is selfish, because all he wants is to lay here and stare at Mike for the rest of his mortality.

He makes circles in Mike's palm with his thumb. Mike's nose scrunches up and Will can swear that his cheeks brighten up a few shades.

Will lays back beside Mike and closes his eyes, enjoying the warm feeling bubbling inside his stomach.

He feels light and airy in this moment, and it isn't too far of a reach to say Will feels like he can do anything in this very moment.

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It's about 5 minutes until Mike's eyes flutter open and he becomes aware of his surroundings, including Will's soft presence lying beside him.

Mike feels eyes on him and he allows himself to divert his gaze from the ceiling to the boy beside him.

His eyes are met with Will's big hazel pair. He turns to his side to allow himself to fully study Will.

Normally he would feel weird and uneasy without saying anything to Will, but now things feel different.

Even the way Will looks at him feels different now. Like maybe Will wants something, or wants Mike to know something.

Will's gaze never leaves Mike's face. Mike allows himself to study Will, and his beauty.

His eyes grace over Will's features, and he can't get enough. The air around the two is filled with something unknown.

On this particular morning, the sun hits their faces at the perfect angle, and the two don't seem to notice anything but each other.

The air is filled with comfort, love, simplicity.

Mike doesn't even notice that his hand is in Will's until Will's thumb traces lines on his hand.

Mike looks down at their intertwined hands for a split second, and his face heats up.

Hold My Heart // Byler Where stories live. Discover now