Dying For Freedom [BoyxBoy]

What Becomes Reality

Two days.

Days full of pain. Frustration. Blood of the guilty. Constant wonder of why.

Why my love was faded. Why our worlds no longer connect.

Why we can no longer connect.

The laceration of my inner life is silently screaming. Pain would never numb.

Not without him.

Another rip in my heart.

James.

He remembered.

James Diamond.

The former picture in my life. My world.

Remembered.

I did not understand. Or maybe the numbing shock-wave was too great. That The single thought of that. Of our past.

The story we were forced to close. Would reopen.

With those carved letters.

KK.

Kendall Knight.

The reason those words were there? Marking forever on his body.

We promised. One another that in the end.

It would be us.

Only us.

In this cruel world.

We would face everything.

Together.

We swore that when the official day of our fifteenth year on this earth came upon.

That we would mark our arm with the letters.

Of each's name.

If only the future was known to us then. That we would understand the life we have now.

And why...

That promise would never have stand.

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"You know...If I wanted a zombie as a best friend, I would've gone to a graveyard."

Teasing as the words may be from his lips as we walked the halls. I knew they held more. He was worried.

The painted picture in his eyes unfolded the story.

"I have a lot on my mind. It's been keeping me up."

I was not lying. The mess my mind has made. It was beyond clearing up.

The little things. Like my brother.

Or the bigger ones. Like James, and my love.

There were no clues of why James did that. Why after the break in what was called our friendship, he would do that.

"Like...?"

Logan. Never one to be too curious. Is being so.

At a wrong chapter of my life.

"Just of life. Where we are going to go. That sort of t-"

It was like my lips were frozen ice. The last words were not spoken.

My love...

Was in front of myself.

His piercing eyes. As blue as the water. As sparkling as the stars.

He was here.

"...Angel...?"

The words were soft. Surprising. But soft.

The strides he took. To come towards me.

Were graceful. Like the angel he was. Feather steps. Long strides.

His hair was more beautiful then in our dreamworld.

The moon and the night. The blacks and whites mixed.

He was breathtaking.

"H-How...?"

Never have I been lost for words. For words have been my escape from this puppet life I live unwillingly.

Logan had looks pass through out his face. Confusion. Shock. And lost. Lost on what is going on around us.

I was sure I did look as similar. Maybe not.

I had not a single clue.

Only that my love was inches from my grasp. In my world.

My wish has come true.

Something right has come from a life of wrong.

Only I had no idea how it has.

Maybe the world was as insane as I am.

Or as trapped.

"I have no idea...But, this place doesn't seem so bad, Angel."

The words slipped like warm chocolate from those plump, moonlit lips. A rose of pale pink.

"Um...Kendall...Who the hell is this? And why is he calling you angel?"

Logan hissed like a threatened snake. His words like venom. He did not like my love.

Or may be so he is trying to protect me?

Either though...

This was not going to end well.

For my secret would be out.

And the truth will be revealed.

But at what cost?

What blood would be poisoned for the price?

Of love.