[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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WHEN WILLIAM crashed into him, all of the tension from his body evaporated. He wrapped his arms tightly around Orion's waist, and shoved his face into his broad chest. William's heart was racing. He had spent countless days trying to reunite with Orion, and now that he was finally here, he silently prayed that he wasn't an illusion.
Orion's arms rose, and when his large hands finally cradled William's head, water welled up in the man's eyes.
William knew what had to be said first. "I-I'm so sorry Orion, I shouldn't have just dismissed you like that. It was cruel of me." William sniffled into his chest.
Orion continued to gently run his fingers through William's curls, but his eyes were not cast downwards at the man. Orion's eyes were drawn to the man in glasses, who stood watching the two men with wide eyes.
When Orion didn't say anything, William pulled back to look at him. It took William no longer than five seconds to notice the familiar look on Orion's face. His eyebrows had been pulled together, and his lips slightly pursed. He was confused.
William flinched when Orion stepped past him and walked towards Christian. Orion stopped before him with his hands in his pockets and spoke. "Hi, I'm Orion. Your wish is my command."
Christian rose an eyebrow at William, before shaking hands with Orion. "Uhh, yeah, we've met before, buddy."
Orion spoke again, almost robotically. "Three wishes, and once I'm no longer needed I will be sent back to the sky. Of course there are certain things you can't wish for. You can't wish for me to harm any humans or animals, and you can't wish for me to force an individual to fall in love with you. Basically anything that inhibits someone's free will and right to live."
"You're a fucking star?"
"Yeah."
Silence ensued as the two men awaited Christian's reaction. Within a few seconds, looks of realization and embarrassment flashed across Christian's face. His eyes kept glancing between Orion and the sky, realizing that Orion had been in the picture the entire time.
Christian ran a hand down his face and shook his head. "Yeah, I think I get it now. I'll just–" he pointed toward the open land behind him, "yeah."
Orion opened his mouth to question him, but Christian was already on his way walking towards his parked his car.
William stood two meters behind Orion, digging his nails into his palms. He couldn't deny that his heart burned at the fact that Orion had still not said a word to him, but he couldn't blame Orion. He couldn't blame anyone but himself for that reaction.
When he turned around to gaze at William, the curly-headed man held his breath. It was the first time Orion had an expressionless face. There was no warm smile that stretched from ear to ear, no wrinkle of his eyes as they twinkled, and no dimple that appeared on his right cheek.
