the persistence of memory ♤ frerard

night//sixteen

On some level I knew I couldn't keep Gerard forever. But at the same time I didn't know why.

Tonight Gerard had announced he was going to take me to a small field along with a few blankets. When we arrived I was taken aback by how beautiful it was in the night sky. It was a grass field, with pink flowers dotting it throughout.

Gerard and I decided to sit someplace that was slightly hidden in this field, so we found a spot underneath a tree. We put the blankets on the ground and lay side by side, looking up at the stars and the moon between the tiny hands of the tree. Gerard showed me constellations, many different ones. Like which ones were his favorite and which ones were hard to find, but I didn't mind. I was happy to be listening to his voice.

"So which constellation is your favorite?" He asked, turning on his side to face me. I smiled weakly and turn on my side to face him too.

"Whichever one is your favorite," I told him, smiling sheepishly. He chuckled and moved around so he was straddling my hips, both of his hands flat on my chest, making me flush red. He leaned down and brought his mouth down to my ear.

"Make love to me Frank," He whispered, lightly biting my earlobe before attaching his lips to mine, since I'm pretty damn sure he knew my answer would be a yes. Perhaps everything was a bit rushed. But I knew there wasn't going to be a "forever" with Gerard. He was my once in a lifetime, he was my wish upon a star. He was my piece of heaven, my moon.

Gerard tasted like champagne, like well aged wine, and rain. He felt cold like the sky but rough like the clouds within it, and his eyes sparkled like the stars. That night I made love to the sky, I made love to the father of every star in the universe, but that night, I made love to someone who knew the moon by name, but would still give up his night to be with me.

I think. . . I think that night I made love to God himself.

- my favorite night i stg this is literally my favorite thing i've ever written, i think

-kota //