Devil's Night

Confessions

Ricky's POV

Before Chris even spoke, I already had a shaky feeling about what he was going to ask me. Gazing deep into his dark cocoa eyes, I picked up detailed signs of heavy affections for me but I was so shy. The starlight sparkles on his ires were a replica to what I saw in my dream when I was shackled in the cold, damp cell. Overwhelmed with my thoughts, I forced my eyeline back to my lap as my body began to overheat and I could feel a single drop of sweat trickle down the side of my face as I attempted to prevent myself from blushing but I wasn't hiding shit.

"What did it mean?" His voice was shallow yet sweet with a tone that indicated openness but this just made this more nerve racking.

Despite how that question could be applied to nearly any situation, I already had a clear understanding about the direction of this conversation. I stayed silent, worried that if I told him the truth, that it would destroy the friendship we have. That he wouldn't be able to see me the same again, though I pretty sure me killing Rem already accomplished that. But I didn't want it to get worse than it already was. There was no way of telling how he'd react and I could only cross my heart that he felt the same. Pausing for an extensive moment, he continued on but I was stuck, trying to piece my words together. Lost in my head, I tuned out temporarily and only heard the last part of his question.

I sighed as I tried to muster up the confidence to speak but this was more difficult than I imagined. Totally giving up on the script I designed in my mind, It just escaped my mouth without thinking.

"You." I said under my breath, kinda hoping he wouldn't hear me but I knew he did.

"Ricky?" With a slightly shocked tone.

I Looked back up at him ready to explain myself further but he didn't say a word or asked more. Apparently it was enough to satisfy but I could feel a strong sense of tension in the air. He placed one hand softly on my still boney shoulders and then using the other, he rested it under my chin. Letting me know he didn't want me to look away though I was so compelled to by my shyness.

"Me too." A hint of comfort and joy rang in my ears as he spoke, lifting my heart to cloud nine.

Smiling slightly, he then leaned over and joined his lips with mine. My eyes going wide as I felt sparks fly in my chest but soon gave into the kiss. Our lips danced in perfect harmony as I reached over to hold my hand in his while not even remembering that I was still hooked up to the IVs but I couldn't care less. It was a dream come true and I didn't even want to attempt pinching myself in case I was wrong. Passionate and fully embedded in the make out, I wanted to take this further but I was still in rough shape so all I could do for the time being was savour every second of this. This was heaven on earth and felt so wonderful after having to bear though hell. Everything was so perfect right now and the buried rose could finally be dug up and appreciated for its striking beauty.