I played my guitar after years when Clement found it in the basement. There used to be a time mom had to pry my guitar out of my hands just to get me to eat. But after all the shit that happened during my freshman year I just stopped. My playing was a bit rusty but it made me feel good. The string biting into the tips of my fingers. They had gotten soft and the calluses had disappeared. The soft strumming made my heart feel so much at ease. Clement looked so awed that it made me laugh.
As I started to play familiar chords to The Fray's "You Found Me" Clement started singing the opening and it caught me off guard but I kept playing listening to his beautiful and melodious voice. I hesitated before joining him and harmonizing along the way. He smiled and his eyes sparkled as we sang creating a musical mural. He laughed as the song came to an end and my heart wouldn't stop racing. It felt so good singing like that with him, so good that I didn't even notice the tears streaming down my face.
He took the guitar from my frozen hands and hugged me and for the first time in ages I cried my heart out. Seems like I had held back a lot.
"Victor you're so strong and so damn beautiful. I love you" his soft words are still ringing in my ears. I never thought I could be loved so truly and deeply and I never thought I could ever love anybody like I love Clement. Today felt like the whole universe was injecting stardust into my veins. I have never felt so high and so touched. Thank you Universe for letting me meet a beautiful person who taught me what love is.
• Vic out •
a/n : does anyone even read this story anymore??
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Translucère
Nouvellestranclucère [ latin ] | trans-lu-cre | » to shine through » // translucent // not completely clear or transparent but clear enough for light to pass through *happens when incandescent badboy meets hapless poet* poetry/not poetry which has turned in...
