Johan was out of my life once again. Just when I had gotten him back, but this time was different, I don't feel the same hopelessness anymore. I knew I was his and he was mine. Nothing could separate us, we would always find our way back to each other. He was my other half as the poets say.
Johan had made me a better man. I could finally read the prayers without phrasing them incorrectly. The first time I managed to read Dominus noster correctly was four weeks after Johan had left me. I was so proud of myself but everything came crashing down at the father's devotion at the end.
"We want to take this opportunity to honor our faithful brave knights who died in the crusade. Olaf Holzer, Johan Müller..."
my whole world stopped once more, but this time it never started again. I could feel all my happiness draining from my weak body, as if I were a wet rag someone wringed until it was completely dry.
If I hadn't talked him into going, he would still be by my side. How stupid have I been? how could I think I deserved a happy ending to my fairy tale? No, I deserved this.
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Dilectus Miles- a medieval lgbtq romance
RomanceHow can something so wrong feel so right?... two people trapped in a timeline before loving who ever u want to love is beyond acceptable especially when one is a priest's child and one is a knight AND ESPECIALLY since they both happens to be males...
