[COMPLETE] William reached out toward Orion's hands, wanting to feel his warmth, and never let go. "I visited you almost every day."
"I know," Orion grinned, "I know, Will."
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William Riller is an...
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WHEN YOU SPEND all your time forced to experience the world below from up in the sky, you learn to cherish even the smallest things.
It would be incorrect to say that Orion had never witnessed the things that make up the human experience. He consistently heard words of joy, pain, and even guilt as an illuminating light, and what was the human experience if not full of heartaches and heart-throbs?
Orion knew a lot more than he would ever let on. For example, every word muttered under William's breath could be heard by him. This was also how he observed life on Earth from a distance. His super hearing and super sight, were what convinced him that he had somehow lived the human experience as best as he could.
The only thing that he felt like he was missing, was knowing what it truly felt like to have reciprocated love. To have William love him the way that he loved the man.
It might have been cruel to continuously shoot across the sky in front of William and Christian in hopes that William would make a wish. Orion figured that although it could be interpreted as evil, William and Christian were not a good fit in the first place. If William chose to make a wish, that would be his decision.
Orion hadn't disliked Christian. Christian was smart, handsome, and charismatic in all the right ways. The only thing that Orion had found irritating about him, was the fact that he too–hadn't loved William at all and that Christian hadn't realized this.
Apart from that, both William and Christian were the same. They were too similar in all the wrong ways. Their similarity was so foolish, that it was like it was causing them to repel each other. For some reason, neither of the men could see this.
William was obsessed with his astronomic research, and Christian was obsessed with his art. Both of the men appeared to have no interest in partaking in or entertaining the others' interests, to the point that it was clear they were living drastically separate lives–together.
Orion could see the irritation on Christian's face each time the couple went star-gazing. Every time William would turn away, his face would morph downwards–as if the taste of sour candy was embedded into his tongue.
Orion's fingers drummed in his lap. What would he do if Christian came back? What would he do if William made his last wish? Orion had absolutely no clue, and that was what scared him. He had only one shot, and the unfortunate desire of a shooting star who longed to be with a man. Maybe it was time for him to be honest. Lay all his true desires on the table, and tell William that he was serious about wanting to be with him.
And then, there was a knock on the door. The sound of repetitive knocking resembled the tick of a timer that was within its last few seconds.
Orion was pulled out of his thoughts as he watched William move towards the door. He lifted his head, and his body stiffened as he saw the face of the man that he had been dreading to see.
