Forget it. // jyatt

chapter 20

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   Too bad, there were no clocks in this cramped room. Wyatt scanned for a clock but there wasn't a single clock in this room to tell the time, or maybe it was just microscopic.

   He predicted that it was about 9 a.m. It was the first time since he had a good dream, followed by a comfortable sleep.

   He looked over to his side to only see as Jaeden had his arms around Wyatt's waist, having them locked. Jaeden's face was still buried in Wyatt's wide chests.

   He found it kind of cute. He placed his hand on his head and soothed his hair.

   Doing so, it had reminded him of home. He loved the house, not the other person living there. He just remembered the times where he would sleep on his bed and cuddle with Jaeden.

   He just wondered what it's like now since he wasn't home. He was surprised too that there wasn't a search party for him. He wouldn't know anyways.

   Wyatt had second thoughts and started feeling nauseas. He hasn't been home for awhile and he started feeling worried as more thoughts began to roam his mind.

    'I shouldn't have fucking thought about this.' He thought as he began think of other things.

   What would Jaeden say? About all of this? He just wondered about what it must be like, what it must've felt like, dead.

    He had a lot of questions, like what it felt like to die or what happens after you die. Would there actually be an afterlife? He had no idea. He wasn't an Einstein.

   It's good that he changed topics, but he hated having to solve questions. Though, he thought about things related with the afterlife.

   It made him cringe alot to think about this, that the old Jaeden might be in the afterlife.

   He had thought about God. He personally never believed in God. He hated the fact that he had to believe in things that aren't his choice.

    A humans choice had to be made. Of course, Wyatt could make his own choices and had to know what's right and what's wrong.

    Wyatt could choose whatever he wanted. To love Jaeden or not to. He chose to do so, to love him. Wyatt chose to love him because because making a choice was subjective.

   As he made his choices, to leave home, to take care of Jaeden, he was free. But, choosing freely has its own responsibilities, going on with the consequences.

    Therefore, he knew that freedom was accompanied by responsibility.

"W-Wyatt..?" Jaeden let out a croaky sigh as his eyes squinted, trying to adjust his vision.

Wyatt quickly stood up as he scratched his neck.

"Morning." Wyatt said as he bent down, making sure that his head was no higher than Jaeden's.

"Did you sleep with me? Last night?"

"Well, yea. You had nightmares."

"Really? What kind?"

"Forgot." Wyatt lied. It would be pretty embarrassing if Jaeden knew what he did. He didn't want that.

He had lost track of the days. He probably thought it was wrong to be impatient, but he wanted to get the hell out of the place. So did Jaeden.

Wyatt had to know whether Jaeden's leg still hurt. He gave it a slight slap on the cap.

"Ow! The hell are you doing?! Jesuss!" Jaeden hissed.