Dying For Freedom [BoyxBoy]

Love Is Freedom

Darkness.

It filled everything like a overly full cup. It was seconds from spilling over.

That is how it was.

Everything around myself was spilling over.

No words. No thoughts. Not even a breath.

Was I dead? Was I alive?

Nothing was inked with truth or certainty.

For that was the most grave.

And than...

It came.

A faded voice.

A slip of words.

"Kendall! Wake up please..."

The words were pierced with panic and fear. Fear of the darkness. Of theirs or my own?

Sense was unfamiliar. It was foreign.

The voice was thick. Was warming goo to my heart.

Not a pen dropped. Not a picture was painted.

For a glass shattering sound was made.

It was my heart.

My own music.

My beat.

It was loudly beaten like a native american drum.

...

And my world was once again light.

"Thank god! Are you okay?"

Logan. It was Logan. My best friend. My roommate.

...

Where is my memory?

Something is faded.

Something is out of the picture.

For my heart may have scars and hidden locks.

I do not remember so of these.

I felt love, but without the memory of so.

Was that story burned?

...What used to fill it?

I feel free as a bird soaring the bright blue sky.

But the pictures just aren't there.

All I see with my view is my new world. My new home.

And the soul that makes up my best friend.

But I do not have a hint of what laid before this moment.

"Um...Logan...What happened?"

My voice leaked through like ink on a page. It held every emotion I was breathing. Fear, uncertainty, and lastly...Freedom.

It was a dangerous mix at the second.

"You just passed out. You were reading the letter from Brandon and you just blacked out. I was seconds from calling an ambulance. Don't ever do that again! Not cool to give your best friend a heart-attack at this age!"

His words hit panic with a tease smile. The truth was deep within, but hidden with teasing. This was Logan.

He never opened his soul that deep.

But...

Who is Brandon?

What letter?

Was my memory fading like an old painting?