Dying For Freedom [BoyxBoy]

Sweet Sparks

The butterfly.

Was like my eyes as they fluttered open.

Only to reveal I was once more in my own bed. My home.

But one held heavy in my heart.

Was it all a dream? Was he just a speck of what was not real?

Was all that I ever wanted, just a dream once more?

It was too good to be real. To actually be fulfilled. Was only a foolish thought.

Nothing ever went that way.

My way.

Forcefully I made my body move out of this bed. This hidden diary.

Every bed holds a secret.

Tears, screams, whispers.

The place our guard is down.

Only this secret.

Was the most painful.

Because reality always hurts.

"You've woken up...Did you have a good nap, Angel?"

The mirror of my eyes. Would show that they were now double in size at those candy sweet words of his.

The shock that flow through out me was instant, though.

It awakened the senses.

And that this dream.

Was real.

My love was in this world. My world.

Not a moment passed, before my body was in his strong arms. My little piece of freedom.

My heaven.

"You're real...This is actually real. This isn't a dream? Because if it is, I never want to wake up."

They were fumbled together. Tangled in a fast tango from my chapped lips.

But he understood it all.

He always have.

"This is no dream. We are both real, in your world."

He melted my worries. With ease.

An ease I gladly fell into.

But...

Now another curious thought flowed through my mind.

What was my love's name?

It was only a name. It did not make up the soul, or the body, of my love.

I adored him without that meaningless fact.

But now, in this cruel world of mine.

I wanted to know.

I needed to know.

For those eyes held every scar and crack I needed to know. Or would ever want to know.

But that name was needed. For my soul could not be revealed.

The person I could never be. Not within the eyes or souls of my family.

Or my peers.

By one's self is another answer though.

This world I call my room.

And with Logan.

Our love could burn fiercely.

"What is your name...?"

It was breathed into his bare chest. Like smoke it spread through out the both of us. Thick. Blinding. And forceful.

There was no running. No hiding.

"Brandon."

One word.

It was a single word.

Full of letters that mark us as our own.

A name.

Brandon was his.

It was like sugar. The single thought.

My love's name is Brandon.

The squeeze of this heart of mine was bearable. Almost pleasurable.

Never have I felt this much of good.

It was a breath of fresh rain.

"Brandon...What a beautiful name."

I meant every word that parted from my lips. Never have I spoken so much truth.

Even as my cheeks painted pink.

And this body of mine molded into his.

I've never felt more free. More loved.

More myself without the fear of losing this.

Losing him.

That was faded out as our lips met.

As the world around us was lost in a haze that was called love.

The saying of sparks flying?

It was true. That was for certain.

It was like a thousand stars flooding my eyes.

It was beauty. It was blowing of the mind.

It was what true love was made of. It was no longer a story.

It was real.

But...

For how long?

Would this tale stay happily.

Before tragedy worked it's way in.

And the horror world was back in turn?

Would our love be strong enough to live through this?

Or be forced apart by the people who want to keep my life theirs?

Only time will tell this story.