Plagued Love

5

Zeltron walked through the forest his face still a deep red underneath his mask. He was falling for someone he barely knew. Was the moving his hair out of his face a kind gesture or did Carnelian like him back? Zeltron didn't know. What he did know was that he had fallen hard for him. 

Eventually, the heavy rain stopped and the clouds above cleared to reveal the bright star-filled sky. Carnelian sits on the couch, still admiring the picture of him that Zeltron made. He touches his lips, imagining what it would be like to kiss him, before closing his eyes and focusing on Zeltron's sketch on the table. 

"Why is my heart beating so fast? Why do I get these butterflies in my stomach just by the thought of you? It makes no sense. I just met you." 

He sighs, frustrated. A grin breaks out across his face in between sighs. Zeltron reaches home, shutting the door and sliding down against it. He pulled off his mask and set it on the floor, hugging his sketchbook to his chest. 

"I'm so damn screwed. Loving someone you just met...it's wrong but...I can't help it....my heart beats so fast whenever I'm near him and my face gets so warm"

 Zeltron sighed and got up, going to his room, not bothering to change and going to bed. Carnelian is still sitting in the living room by himself, just looking the drawing Zeltron made of him. He starts to feel restless and bored and he wonders: "if Zeltron likes me back, does that mean I'm gay?" 

The thought makes his knees feel weak and he closes his eyes tightly, trying to erase the thought from his brain. His body gets warmer, his heart beating faster as he fantasizes about kissing the man he met three days ago. 

His lips part slightly and his heart races even more as he wonders how they'll feel against Zeltron's skin. Carnelian felt tears from in his eyes at that. A sexuality crisis was no easy feat that was for sure, and knowing that Zeltron could possibly be going through the same thing just made it worse for the poor elf. 

"I-I'll figure it out. I... um... I'm just confused, that's all."

 He whispers to himself. He gets up from the couch, still carrying the sketch in front of him. His heart beats faster as he walks to the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of water. He takes a couple of sips, trying to forget all about the sexual orientation crisis going on in his head.

 His body gets hot and he begins to sweat, his legs feeling slightly weak. He closes his eyes, not wanting to deal with the situation anymore. The image of Zeltron comes back to his mind. 

"Get out of my head!!" 

Carnelian yelled at himself, tears pouring down his face. He couldn't stop thinking of the plague doctor though. How he was doing, what he did, if he liked him back. 

"What am I going to do? I wish it wasn't so hard to figure out."

 He whispers to himself, his hands trembling slightly. A feeling of disappointment comes over him, like he's failing himself. "Why did I have to fall for him? We've only known each other for three days. I just can't stop thinking about him, I... I can't stop thinking about how his lips would feel against mine..." 

His voice trails off, the thought making him feel dizzy. Carnelian gave up. He sat on his bed, his head in his hands as he sobbed quietly. Why couldn't he stop thinking of him. Maybe he should take things slow and figure things out as he went along. 

"Yeah, that'll work...." 

Carnelian says as he laid down hugging a pillow and taking a deep breath. He pulled off his glasses setting them on the nightstand and undid his ponytail, putting the string on the nightstand with his glasses. 

He hugged the pillow tightly under his covers as he lay there, slowly but surely, falling into a deep sleep. He closes his eyes but struggles to sleep, his mind racing. 

He can't seem to stop thinking about how soft Zeltron's skin would feel, how his lips taste, how perfect his body would be holding onto him. He swallows, his heart pounding loudly in his chest as he lets out a frustrated sigh. 

His body moves unconsciously towards the drawing Zeltron made of him. 

"Augh! Stop thinking about that! None of this makes any sense." 

He whispers to himself before lying down, his eyes darting around the room as he tries to think about something else, untimely failing. Of course sleep eventually overtakes him and his eyes fall heavy as they close, his mind still on the kind plague doctor.