A Beautiful Lie/ Jared Leto Ville Valo (boyxboy)

Close to my heart

Ever so slowly, he turned and looked at me as I rested my head upon his shoulder. 'Hold tight,' he whispered, 'I don't want to lose you.' My arms snaked around his skinny waist. The bottle slipped out of my grasp and fell to the floor, wasting away into a puddle on the dark blue carpet.

I held onto him in silence as he turned to stare back at his imaginary sea. After a few blissful, silent moments he spoke, 'Is this far enough?' His hands slipped off of the banister. He wriggled till he was out of my arms then sat down.

'Yah, I guess.' I lifted my hand and ran my fingers through my hair, then sat in close to him. Without saying a word he reached over and touched my cheek, his fingers were warm and soft, like butterflies. I caught my breath as his fingertips moved across my lips.

'Hold me?' He whispered and I nodded, 'I just want to be in someone's embrace, just to feel secure.'

His voice was a mere whisper, needy and bordering on melancholy. I pulled him to me and held him. I could feel his heart beating; I could smell the scent of his cologne. I wanted to melt with him; somehow ten hours didn't seem long enough when not too long ago they felt an aeon away.

Valo looked up at me, sleepy eyes drank in mine, and we didn't say anything more than night. Sometimes, when I think about it now, I wish we had, so I had something more to hold onto.

Fingers trailed over my arm making me shiver under my skin, a light tilt of his head and he was resting close to my heart. I held him as night swelled into day, we lay on that bed as the sun's first rays snuck into the room and stole him away. When I woke up the first thing I noticed was my empty arms. No matter how loudly I called his name, no many times I looked through the rooms in case he had strayed elsewhere, I could not find him.

The hours ticked away. I would have to go back to the hotel now, grab my stuff and fly back home with nothing but a void in my heart and the thought that maybe this was not real. Maybe, just maybe it was something I had dreamed into life, nothing more than a beautiful lie.