Weathering The Storm

The swings

Alex pov.
I remember this place.
I used to sit here for hours, and just watch the day fade away. I was so lonely here, the times so quiet, not even a fly would annoy me, I would've welcomed it. I was invisible here.
But then he came.
He could see me, and he didn't hate what he saw.
He'd sit next to me on the swings, talking animatedly about Everything and nothing at all. Questioning the meaning of life and the meaning of cereal.
He would just sit there.
He never asked for anything. Never questioned my silence, instead trying to replace it with laughter.
I was mute.
He never judged me for it.
Never took offence or got flustered when I couldn't answer him. I never saw pity in his eyes. To him I was just a friend, someone to talk to and play with.
He learnt to read my body language pretty quickly, and while to the on looker, it must've looked one sided, to us it flowed so naturally you never would've guessed he was just guessing. It was perfect.
Over the years, I fell for him.
His hazel eyes, always smiling, his lips in a constant grin.
I wanted so badly to tell him I... Loved him.
I needed him.

Over the years I had regained the ability to speak, but when I went to say those vital words, the ones that could ensure my happiness or my depression, my voice dried up and I was left mute once again.

Then I left.

My family moved half way across the bloody country, and I haven't talked to Chris since.
But now...
As I sit here once again, I feel so alone.
Like I did back then.

A dark figure appeared next to me, and my eyes brightened with hope once again. He had long black hair, Chris had always complained about haircuts to the point where his parents just gave up, and instead gave him bandanas to keep his hair back, and was abnormally tall. His lanky frame was clad from head to toe in black, but the pale skin made it painfully obvious that this wasn't Chris.
He loved the sun to much to loose the natural tan that he had carried for as long as I can remember.

I didn't know this person.
I didn't WANT to know this person.

I looked over at the boy again.
He was younger than I had expected, but he seamed to have an ageless beauty about him, making it impossible to guess.

I was expecting him to speak, but his eyes just stayed trained on the ground, thick lashes fanning over his high cheek bones.

"Hi." My voice cracked on that simple one syllable word.

"Hey." His voice was much too low for the innocence his face displayed. He had a natural femininity about him, witch made no sense as he was so obviously masculine it was ridiculous.

"Your Alex right? Cc's... Erm, freind?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Never mind how I know, I just need you to understand something."
He stood from his swing and crouched in front of mine. His face was inches away and his eyes blazed a fierce gold. Even with me sitting he was taller than me, making the proximity all the more terrifyingly sensual. I wanted to reach out and caress his face, to smash my lips into his and explore his sweet mouth. The mouth watering sent of tobacco and mint washed over me, making it near impossible to restrain my self from pouncing on his elegant form and tasting the porcelain skin of his neck. His lips called to me, my hands at this point were gripping the chains of the swing so tightly i was shore to leave bruises.
He leaned in even closer, his lips millimetres from mine. My eyes fluttered closed of their own accord, as I held my breath in anticipation of the spark of contact.

"If you hurt him again, I will personally track you down and make you wish you were never born."

And with that he was gone.
When I opened my eyes, I was once again alone, staring into the untamed woods. The only sign of his being here was the lingering smell of tobacco and mint witch clung to my jacket and in the air, as if it were trying to preserve his memory as well.
I didn't move until well after night fall.
One thought running rampage through my head.

Who is he?