Boys of Freedom

[4] 𝕱𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒

(Fever dream)
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Goren
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Elion fell asleep in the treehouse. Or, I mean, we actually both did. I had been resting my head against a wooden wall of the treehouse, while Elion was fast asleep with his head on my shoulder and apparently at some point I must've fallen asleep too.

It had been rather uncomfortable - sitting in that position while sleeping, but at least Elion hadn't really seemed to mind and I needed him. He had also said to me, that I obviously needed comfort after the stuff I had told him, and that that was what friends were for. I appreciated that a lot, because it was true. I was so scared and confused, not a single person had known anything about this. About me. But now he did.

"Elion?"

It was late at night, the moon shining brightly while thousand of stars were lit in the dark blue sky. I gently shook Elion's shoulders and he opened his eyes, rubbing them to try and focus on my face.

"What?" He slurred, not really awake yet.

"It's late and we fell asleep."

He yawned and stretched like a cat, the white bandages covering his chest being lit up by the moon.

"We should go back, shouldn't we?" I asked.

"I don't know, I'm tired, but..."
He looked deeply into my eyes, biting his lip. His pupils were fully dilated.
"I wanna stay here," he said.

I smiled, my eyes glued to his lips.
"I wanna stay too."

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You guessed it. Surprise; we kissed. I felt terrible afterwards, even though it was me, who had leaned in for a kiss first. Elion had kissed me back afterwards and the sweet taste of something so real, so Elion, had rushed over me while our lips were awkwardly pressed together. At first, it had been a small peck on the lips - a stupid, childish thing. My eyes had flickered all over the place, while the feeling of confusion, but also longing and desperation overwhelmed me. Elion didn't hold back, and pulled me even closer by the collar of my shirt. I couldn't help but giving in, pulling at the back of his hair desperately needing more of that sweet sweet taste.

The world stood still.

For way too long.

"I'm sorry." My breath hitched, when I finally pulled away.

I started to cry, tears running down my cheeks like a waterfall. I couldn't stop them. I felt so small, weak and vulnerable and utterly destroyed.

"It's okay, don't apologise, I uhm..."

Elion took my head in his hands, but he was also shaking, his hands trembling as he tried to steady and reassure but with no luck.

"I didn't- didn't even ask," I stuttered.

He hugged me tightly, but I couldn't do anything other than apologize. This reminded me way too much of when I comforted Elion in my cabin after all that stuff with his mum, but now our roles were switched.

"I'm so sorry."

"No, stop apologising, I liked kissing you, Goren," Elion whispered, pulling his shirt on. Or well, technically it was my sweater.

I nodded and we just stared at each other for a bit.

"Let's go back and get some proper sleep, yeah?" He said, caressing my cheek.

I nodded. How did this switch up so fast? He was the one taking care of me now.

It was difficult walking back to camp, when it was pitch-black outside. Of course we hadn't brought a lantern, or a torch, or anything. Everything looked different and I was quite scared of the dark, to be honest. Well, not really scared of the dark, but I was scared of what was in it. The birch trees all looked the same and we tripped over the white mushrooms multiple times.