Dying For Freedom [BoyxBoy]

To Give A Blessing, For A Secret

Hours of glass shattering silence.

The only sound. The only movement.

Was breathing.

Mine.

Logan.

And my love's.

In this little, rundown car of Logan'.

The bottle of my world, my secrets, was opened.

The truth flood through.

The war has ended.

No words were slipped through.

The world seemed to pass slowly. Tauntingly. As this love would not go without a price.

And the price that may be in this?

My only best friend. Logan.

I could not. Would not.

Lose him.

But...

I cannot lose my love now that we have been in one another's presents again.

It would be far too Horrendous. Too killer.

A tragedy.

But isn't that life?

"Okay...This, for one, is nuts. I mean how is this possible? It can't be...Dreams are not real. And he should be, like, not real either! And since when are you gay?...I think the car is spinning.."

He was trying to grasp coping. With his nervous habit.

Ranting.

It was amusing for the most. Only this once.

It was not.

Because this was me.

And my love.

And the secrets that held us entangled.

"The world is always spinning, Logan..."

The timing wasn't right. Being this was. Being what people would call a "Smartass".

But...

I had nothing else to speak for. I spilled my blood on the tiles.

I spoke the truth. Even though so, the intense rippling knots would not go.

Even the bright blues that held the love of a thousand suns did no affect.

It would not go.

Unless the words of blessings were given from Logan.

And with his painted face, his air that is now coming in short breaths, and those last words.

That does not seem in the close view as of now.

"I don't understand either, Logan. But, I've loved him for so long, and I will continue to love him. With, or without your blessing of this relationship."

The words were thick as peanut butter. Sweet, determined, but hard to get out.

My eyes painted a picture of fear, and love.

But also a fire worth burning for.

And with the hand that entwined with my own.

The hand of the man I fell so hard for.

I was at bay. Slightly.

"I'm not necessarily okay with this...Because, like I said, this should not be real. And I'm going to check into this. But, I'm not going to get in the way of love. And by the way you two are looking at each other. I can see you are deep in it...So I'll keep your secret. For now."

With a timid smile. And the promise in his words.

I let the relief flow through out my veins.

Only for a moment. In the back seat of this bug. With my love.

I let the world slip.

For a while.

The world of sleep, finally has consumed me. After days of it not.

For the worry, and pain of my love.

And James...

What I did not know, what to do with him.

And those marks of letters piercing his arm.

Was hazy now.

As I was about to be darkened in a sleep lullaby.

"Sleep, my angel. We will deal with the problems soon enough."

My love. His words were like a song of beauty. No compare to his voice. Only this time, it was much sweeter.

He cooed those words in the shell of my ear. His strong arms pulled my body flushed against his own. The heat was intoxicating. And breezy.

I did not worry about the look in Logan's eyes. I did not worry for the words of my parents or my brother.

I did not worry for James, and those haunting scars.

For I was in my love's arms. In freedom that was once not there. And sleep that was going to be in peace.

"When I wake up...Tell me your name."

And the world went dark.