Dying For Freedom [BoyxBoy]

Dreams Of Love

"What's wrong angel?"

His soft whisper to the shell of my ear, was like a warm caress to my body. His body pressed against the spine of my back. His arms never once losing it's grip on my waist.

But, even in this world.

I knew this couldn't last forever.

"I don't want to leave."

A hushed, fearful whisper from my parted lips. Letting the truth sweep through between us.

His grip tighten. And I knew those spellbinding eyes were now lit with a dim fire. No longer burning to the sky.

"You'll be back."

It was true. I would be back. For this world always comes back during the hazy dark nights.

But what about when my world comes back?

When my soul is covered again.

"I hate leaving us behind."

A kiss was my response. A soft, angel kiss. His dark hair brushing against my face. Like a paintbrush.

It was a work of art.

His lips.

Even in this meadow we now stand in. The flourish of flowers. Pinks, blues, pasty yellows. They went on for miles around us.

But nothing was as beautiful, or enchanting as the man entangled around my body.

"You aren't. Just masking it."

And those were his last words.

I was back in the burning hell.

My world.

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"Wakey-Wakey Dork!"

The flutter of my eyes let me know I was now awake. Back to being everything I never wanted to be. What a joy.

And to know that my brother was the one to wake me up wasn't enjoyable. But now that it comes to mind, he has never been the pleasant one. Maybe that was my fault. Maybe because of all the attention that's been forced down my throat. That he just wants to be...Wanted.

I felt a ping of sympathy for him.

He just wanted to feel like he was cared for. The flower of our parents. The light I was always in. He wanted that badly. I always knew that so.

The pressure he will never know.

That part he should be thankful for.

But the love he may never experience.

Is heartbreaking.

All because I'm the oldest.

"I'm up! I'm up!"

The words were groggy and not very well put together when they came out. But it did make the pulling of the thin sheet stop. That even less covered my barely clothed body.

A pair of piercing black boxers.

"Good. Get your ass out of bed and get ready for school."

With those threatening words, his presents was gone from my room.

The sympathy faded. Now all that's left was annoyance.

I despised Mondays.

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"May love never be easy, because then life would never get it's laugh."

Was what he thought Shakespeare would say in this time of the world.

Him being?

Logan.

My one, and only friend.

In only two words may I describe him.

Intelligent. Sarcastic.

But he was real. He was something I could never be.

Himself.

Jealousy would fill my veins when I dwell on it. Not every time. Just sometimes. When I'm alone. This may be what my brother feels. The want for something that is so far from your reach.

Is agonizing.

So I hold onto the next best thing.

Logan.

"Maybe...How about the cruelest punishment would not be the one inflicted on by another, but the one inflicted on ones self?"

The most words heard from my lips. Not many hear me speak like this. Naturally. Only Logan.

And my love.

"Damn you...And your poetic talent!"

The tone of his voice was teasing. It held no note of anger. It never did.

For which I love him for.

Even in this rundown car they call a bug, that somehow is still able to bring us to the other world of horror.

High School.

"Well I do love my poetry."

The humor passed through my lips with ease. I may never be myself in this world.

But I could at the least be half with him.

The ride is always in peace. Ease. Like a gentle breeze. It was like fresh air to me. For this is the closest to freedom I'll ever get in this world. I take all that there is with this little. Because as little as it may be for others. It is huge for me.

Not enough for me to be satisfied. But just enough to keep me from falling to glass.

My world was lost once again.

We were here.

Jackson High.

"Another day of hell for the nerds! Woohoo!"

Sarcasm. Once again. Logan's best trait.

Out of the safety of his car. I had no willing choice, but to walk through to the building that is most feared by my ages.

If only he was here to bring comfort to this fear.

But he couldn't.

This thought never ached more.

I hated this. My heart was lone without my love. I needed him here. Like oxygen. I wouldn't be alive without him.

But I was never alive without him.

High school only made the life in my soul die that much more.

My parents were here.

Jo was here.

The girl next door. My parents dream life mate for myself.

She was nothing what I wanted.

Nothing like my spellbinding love.

If only the road there was slower. So heavy that I would never get there.

A foolish wish. But I couldn't help wishing so.

Only so when one step was taken. My wish was brought forward.

And I was brought on the ground.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry!"

My eyes came in crossroads with hazel.

And a face I would not ridden.

James Diamond.