Lessons of the heart

So close and Still so far

Let's have a part of a song this time. Something else besides poems.

... A life goes by

Romantic dreams must die

So I bid my goodbye

And never knew

So close, was waiting

Waiting here with you

And now, forever, I know

All that I wanted

To hold you so close

...

~ Jon McLaughlin - So Close ~

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Heine woke up at the feeling of someone brushing his red locks from his forehead, his eyes fluttering open to the sight of Viktor's face and cool, calm eyes gazing down on his lovingly. Viktor was awake. Memories were being brought back as he was wrapping himself in this feeling, a feeling of love and relief. As they came flooding back however, they treated to let something else flood at the same time, namely tears. Still Heine tried to keep a tight leash on them, hoping it didn't show though failing miserably at it as he was clutching the pillow his head was resting on. In a moment of childishness, Heine wanted nothing more than to tackle Viktor to the bed, hold him close and never let go in order to make sure that this wasn't some fantasy from which he could wake up from. Yet, he could not just do that as it would put a strain on Viktor's wound while he was supposed to be healing.

The blond noticed Heine's hesitation in his eyes and pulled the smaller male on top of him, his arms wrapping themselves tightly around him, trapping Heine while the latter was protesting, not because he was against being held (at least not by Viktor) but because he didn't want to hurt him. Nevertheless, he still basked in the delight that was this embrace Viktor's breath tickled his cheek and his beating heart served as a soothing reminder that they were both alive, that this wasn't a dream and they had nothing to fear while being near each other. The room was closed off from the outside world, like a wonderful, like a wonderful little Wonderland in a daydream, locked away from reality.

"Have you been with me all this time?"

Viktor asked, a hint of worry laced his voice as he noticed how tired and thin Heine had started to look. The Tutor should know better than to let himself go like that.

Heine huffed and sat upright, now realizing the position he was in. He was practically sitting in Viktor's lap, straddling him in a sensual pose. Thank heaven's he was still dressed, but his cheeks were dusted with a pink hue, still desperately trying to remain as serious as possible. A tough thing to do if you would have to stare down at a bare chested man that was not only the reason of your infatuation, who you care for but also the King you respect so much.

"I... was deeply concerned for your well being."

Heine finally managed to puzzle together the words that had been scattered in his brain.

"You were feeling guilty."

Viktor stated, knowing Heine through and through. The redhead couldn't fool him and as a response, he caused Heine's annoyance with him to flare up again. It wasn't fair how Viktor could so easily read him whereas the Tutor could still be surprised by the King's actions. Not exactly the most memorable action for Heine was this repeat of Viktor stepping in between him and a gun for a second time, taking the bullet for his loved one. Heine however didn't believe he was deserving of such chivalry.