Mistake

Chapter 1

The chapter was written on July 21, 2019.

Guys, this is my very first Transformers fanfic. The first chapter was posted on July 21, 2019. I posted it on Wattpad when I first created an account, but deleted it for reasons. Now, at my friend's request, I'm restoring it and posting it here again.

It all started at the Autobot base. After the battle with Nemesis Prime, they were not allowed to leave the base, at least not until Agent Fowler settled the matter with the military. Bumblebee and Optimus sat on the roof and admired the starry sky.
"The stars are even brighter than usual tonight," said Prime.
"The stars are always brighter when you're around," said Bee in a whisper, moving closer to Optimus.
Prime just looked at Bumblebee and continued to watch the stars, which were getting dimmer and the constellations brighter, as if to show that Bee and Prime were meant to be together. Bumblebee noticed it too, but didn't let it show, as if he was afraid that when Optimus noticed it, he'd say, "There's no time for love in war." Eh, how misguided of Bee. Soon they noticed together that the constellations seemed to be forming their silhouettes, showing them something. Taking a deep breath, Bumblebee still decides to do something as desperate as declaring his love.
"Optimus?"
"What is it, Bee."
After some more thought, Bumblebee still said:
"I love you. I wanted to say it after Cliffjumper was killed, but I was afraid. In case you'd say no and say there's no time for love in war, but..."
Before Bee could finish speaking, he felt someone's hand on his neck, followed by a kiss. Bumblebee, clearly not expecting such a turn of events and such behavior from the leader, was at first very surprised, but then gave himself to Optimus. After a moment, Prime pulled away and said:
"I love you too."
Suddenly, all of Bee's memories of that moment were gone, as if they had never happened. But there was one memory of the leader's words.
"Not a word to anyone." Bumblebee said under his breath.
He couldn't believe that just yesterday they had kissed and today those memories were gone. It had only been four years since the leader's death, but for our scout it was an eternity. He couldn't sleep at night because he was always thinking about Optimus. Leaving the apartament, Bee would head to the roof of that very base and look up at the stars where he saw Prime. A kind, pure and such a kindred soul that gave him strength and hope. Now the boy missed that loving gaze, that warmth and that gentle, commanding tone of Optimus' voice, pleasant to the ears.
As soon as Bumblebee passed by or sat in the leader's compartment, he couldn't hold back the tears. His heart tore from within at the diagnosis of loneliness-it was like ice by the scruff of his neck-that you couldn't mend all those wounds.
Primus had taken the one who gave love, warmth, strength, faith and hope.