Ethereal | TRADLEY

CHAPTER 22: "For the love of my life"

"What if they kill the stars Tris?"

"No they wont love, they're just fireworks. They'll do no harm to the stars"

The taller boy replied to Brad, who's looking up to the skies worriedly. It's new year's eve and the two boys are on the rooftop of Brad's house while Ms. Simpson and Ms. Evans are preparing the new year's feast. Tristan was admitted yesterday from the hospital since his vital signs were stable enough. Although the blonde is wondering where his mum's money came from to pay his hospital bills, Tristan remembered that his mum started saving money since he was born. The taller boy remembers his dad punching his mum on the stomach and slapping her face because she wouldn't give him any money from her piggy bank to buy some intoxicated beverage. Tris frowns at the fact that his mum's savings were all spent on his hospital bills. Maybe if his father wasn't an asshole he would help out his mum to provide their needs instead of being a problematic and abusive father.

"Its our first new year together Tris..." the curly looks up to his boyfriend as the moonlight reflects on his flawless skin.

"And I'm glad spending with with you Brad" he answered, bringing the small boy to his chest.

"I'm looking forward to more new years with you love...new beginnings and new wonderful memories yea?"

"You're so cute"

The tall blonde replied, forcing a smile on his face as he pinches his boyfriend's cheeks. Curly snuggles Tris as he wraps his arms around the taller boy's waist. Tristan can't answer honestly. He knew that if he promises to his boyfriend for more new years being with him would hurt the little one. He just can't take the fact that his lupus might attack him anytime, his lupus might take him away from Brad anytime.

"Tris... What's wrong love?"

"No... Nothing baby. I-I just keep on thinking how cute you are while wearing my sweater. So cute"

The people's voices resound outside of their houses as they count down to the last ten seconds of the year. Tris and Brad's mum went up the rooftop to welcome the new year with their sons.

"FIVE...
FOUR...
THREE..."

Tristan looks down to Brad as he intertwines his hand.

"New year... New hope"

the blonde whispers as he holds the curly tighter. Brad nods slowly as he rests his head on Tris' chest.

"TWO...
ONE..."

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

•••

Few days passed and Tristan wasn't expecting that he would do something he can't even imagine doing before... Asking help from his grandparents. Tristan is pretty sure that his grandparents still despise him for being born eighteen years ago. The blonde can't even remember their faces and he can't imagine what will they do if they see their grandson. But he has to take the risk. He has to do this so that Brad can be cured. The tall boy stands outside of a big ass mansion, where he believes that its his grandparent's house.

"For Brad... For the love of my life"

He let out a long sigh and pressed the door bell on the golden white wall with an intercom on the side and a camera on the top.