Affections

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Bellamy

Dreams are illusions, the illusion of a different realm, of a beauty in another world, expectation. A vision of eternal content. They could also be unreal memories that haunt you, that spike desires and emotions long denied.

At times, you're convinced you can't have them, you all but wish them to stay forever.

The dreams that I would have what both my parents did, the courage to embrace their weaknesses.

Inseparable, they are, to both and my brother. They loved each other in impossible ways. When I look at them, I regret everything: the life I'm living and more.

Five years ago
"Stop, will you?"

"Fine," I lied and began poking her again. Her concentration was in the book in her hand.

"Stop, Bellamy, will you?"

"Can't we just go already?" Miranda smiled.

"Okay," I pulled her out of the library and we rushed home. It was nearly dark. Ronnie was out with my parents at the park.

I was glad the teacher paired us both; she does the reading; I hated books.
I was lucky to be paired with my best friend. I opened the door, and we went into my room; she flopped on the bed.
Her hair washing the pillows, I went out into the corridor and dialed her Dad's phone.

"Sir... I'm fine sir... She's with me... Alright... Yes... She'll be back tomorrow... Thank you." I went in and picked up my books and dropped them on the bed.

"Bellamy, it's getting late, my parents..."

"...said it's ok for you to stay the night." She hated it when I did that.

"Bellamy?" I've found it hard to mention her name, it just wasn't ok.

"Hmm?"

"The last few weeks I've noticed something."

I lay down beside her, curiosity getting the best of me.

"What's that?"

"You've never mentioned my name before?"

I fought the smile on my face, "Is that all?"

I tried evading her question and she frowned, "Why Bellamy?"

"I can't call you what you what everyone calls you"

"Huh?" She squinted her nose in confusion and it was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

"But... It's my name... What do you want to call me then?" She sat up hovering over.

"Is Myra okay?" She smiled and looked out into the night sky.

"If I get a nickname, then you get a nickname?" She grinned and it was breathtaking.
"My little Myra." She smirked,

"My little Sky"

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"Good to have you back, Bellamy." He smiled, "Now show me why I missed you."

Smirked at the look on their faces. They looked annoyed; well, the coach is a handful. He pushed me towards the field with the rest of them.
It feels good to be back.

It was warm-ups but soon we started playing when Malcolm joined us on the field.

He looked extremely bothered by the glare Coach was sending his way.