Assassin [dylmas]

56.

Two months had passed ant the spring was making everthing around green and bautiful. It was warm again and the higer sun filled everyone with hope. Dylan was able to nerly get back to normal and his wound was troubling him less and less. He heard Zero was still nowhere to find and he and Thomas talked about her sometimes imaging when she is. Mrs. Smith was throwing herself in her charity work and Dylan and Thomas helps out a lot. Kaya was visiting often but her new boyfriend, a actor she met on a set of her new movie was keeping her bussy. Thomas got tons of screenplays from his agent and directors were calling his land line but he refused to play, he said he wasn't ready, and Dylan understood. 

The boy did everything to keep himsef busy from charity work to advanced acting classes, he even decide to finnish his last year of hing school he had skipped due to all the drama and his acting, but Dylan knew it was all to keep Thomas from his guilt. Each night the blonde was scraming and Dylan got used to it. He just stayed with Thomas and hold him in his arms till the blonde was able to sleep again. The better Dylan felt the more physical he and Thomas became, they made out a lot and showered together but Dylan was still too weak to be able to have sex again althugh he missed it like crazy. 

To not rise the tension they slept in clothes and one night when Thomas was still sleeing peacfully Dylan got up from his side and tiptoed to his desk. He found the notbook and a pen and moved to the wndowsill. The moonlight was tossing a silver glow over the sleeping beauty. His blonde messed hair was sinking in the pillow and Dylan smiled to himself when he bit the tip of the pen. He decided to go back to university and visit Mr Priam's class. His unfnnished esay for litterary club was bothering him for so many months but now in the bright nighlight the right words were finally there and they were like a flood, unstopable when he began to wite them down in speed.

The sunrays were falling into the classroom through the half closed (rilety) and a red haired boy was reading a poem abaut war in ancinet times. Ruby glanced behind her at Dylan and whispered something to her friends. Fernanda was as always a litte bored when she was sitting in the exact same spot as months ago.

„Dylan," Mr. Priam looked at the young man and tried to smile. „I heared you were sick and hospitalized. I'm glad your recovered," he was playing nice but Dylan smiled wide.

„I came to say bye to the literary club, I'm quitting," he said and Fernanda rolled her eyes. „But before I decided to read you my missed essay," Dylan got up.

„Sure, we'll be glad to hear it," Mr. Priam coughed.

Dylan took the paper from his desk and walked through the class, he sat on the edge of Mr. Priam's desk and took a breath.

The corridors were silent and Thomas walked slowly investigating the numbers on th doors. He was here to pick Dylan up because his boyfriend decided to visit the literary Club, but deep down inside Thomas was curious how this essay Dylan was writing for so long turned out. So th blonde hurried himself up a little till he reach a small corridor and saw that one door at the end was opened. He walked to it slowly between the shadows and sunlight on the foor. And soon he heard a gentle voice he loved so much, right now the tone of it caused goosebumps all ove his body, and he sneaked closer till he stopped in the opened door and leaned against the frame.