Dying For Freedom [BoyxBoy]

What Remains Of Bliss

"And why again aren't you coming? Because I almost thought I heard you say that I was going to use some bullshit excuse to ditch my poor best friend Logan."

His sarcasm. He didn't have to near for it to be heard. Even on this little phone. It could be known thickly.

But even that couldn't make this bliss fade. This love that is deeply rooted in my heart. My soul.

The dark night before. Held secrets of beauty. Of mesmerizing pictures that could hold no words for.

We became one.

My love and I.

And every wound my body belonged to, was healed. Closed.

I was no longer broken.

"Ha. Even that won't bring my happiness down. And if you must know, I'm going out with my boyfriend."

Boyfriend. How that word was full of sweetness and love. It was like a piece of candy that never loses it's desire for.

Maybe it wasn't the word. It was the person behind the word. My life. My love. My Brandon.

My first, and only lover.

"...I would ask why you are so happy, which is creepy by the way. But I rather not know...Just know, your best friend is going to get pizza...Alone...Sad...Lonely. And it's all your fault!"

An eye-roll to those words. That were thickly coated with his best trait, and dramatic. It was an actors worst act of show. His.

But love was sprinkled in the air. And my bare body was encrypted with every ounce of it. With every letter, and reminded of the final act of love. Between two souls that entangled as one.

"I know. Have a good night, Logie!"

That was the end of our words. For the world of tonight.

This night. I belonged with the one I adore.

The freedom I held with him. Was intoxicating.

But every blissful moment had to end. For it wouldn't be life.

"I did not need to see that! Cover up, will ya! I'm your brother!"

Noah. For he was not one of the issues that engraved in my soul for the late days. Being with the girl he has an undeniable love for named...Brienne. For so the thought went.

Up for this moment. Where my body was laid bare for his view.

And all that was engraved skin layered.

"N-Noah! Go!"

Our cheeks mirrored the similar paint of bright roses. And for this time.

He was gone from my world. My secret, behind a fake.

With no slip of a word.

For I was grateful of the world of peace.

For my love was safe in his room. His hotel of a world.

My heart also clenched for that. For us being torn away like dolls of young girls.

No picture, no story.

Was satisfying for his body molded with my own.

An addiction that would never be at bay.

A mark that would never heal.

All for the people that held my strings.

My parents. My brother.

Jo.

These souls held one string of my life. Suffering the freedom. The life. Out of my soul.

Only for my love, and Logan to fill it once more.

But for how long will it be this way? Perfection?

Before they shred the last of it.

Of my freedom.

Maybe James was right.

I was a puppet with no mouth.

No will for a war.

For the life that was locked behind.

"Oh how a mind can make a beautiful day, into the darkest..."

Through a sigh those words slipped through. The force to bring my body and soul down to one was hollow pain. As my body was raised from it's place of secrets.

The pain shown through. It was a blissful note. Of a page that would never be forgotten.

But...

Now the fake would cover what was real. Masking the bliss.

Suffocating what was once free.

Only hours. Only hours from melodic bliss.

For I would be once again entangled with my love.

The fake will be ridden.

Only hours.

As the last piece of fake was slid onto this home of mine. My body.

Someone made a showing. A unveiling that was one with fire shock.

"James...?"