Assassin [dylmas]

57. Love at the first read

The whole room was quiet and like hypnotize, all eyes focused on the black haired boy in a blue-red checked shirt and simple jeans, and if Thomas ever thought there's no way he could love Dylan more than he had already had now he was falling and crushing like love at the first shight. Love at the first read.

"The room is filled with light, I appeared here from my dream, through my wish. My bare feet are silent so I could reach the comfortable chair‚ I'm sitting on now, without waking him up.

He's sleeping and I could watch him all night.

If I could love myself a little bit that much. . . If I colud love my memories. . .

Love doesn't make sense, and that's why it is - it. . ."

Dylan made a pause and looked up at the room. He took a breath and continued while the next words sent shiveres to each cell inThomas' body.

"I watch his silence.

I inhale his closed eyeleashes.

I touch his breath on the tops of my toes.

I see his scent it's like diamonds scattered in the air.

I hear his skin warm and gentle.

I taste the memory of his voice in my head.

But I don't speak.

I can't say it as long as I'm somehow asleep and he's asleep.

Sometimes I just walk in rooms and open books people keep on shelves.

I read a sentence,

borken pieces of fiction.

So I watch him

and I stay

not because he is „broken pieces"

but because I'm where I want to be.

So

I watch his silence.

I inhale his closed eyeleashes.

I touch his breath on the tops of my toes.

I see his scent. . ."