I missed him already as his back faced my front and he made his way to the crowded coach that would part us forever.
"Joaquin"
He turned back. His eyes locked with my own as he stood once again before me. I couldn't let him leave, I didn't want to. Impulsively, I grasped his face with both my palms and kissed him fiercely. The feeling of his soft skin with the slight graze of his facial hair was so familiar, so comforting...beautiful. He responded with a passion equalling my own, running his fingers gently through my currently unkempt hair. Our lips locked in stunning synchrony, eyes closed and lost vividly in each other.
Encased in our own beautiful capsule of desire and desperation, neither of us wanting this moment to end.
Though as abruptly as the fire had started, it diminished as Joaquin broke suddenly away. With a look of intense sadness and regret in his striking, pale eyes he turned back towards the coach once more.
"I'm gonna miss you Preppy."
The nickname I would never hear again, in that shy, soft, yet strong voice that would never bless my ears again. I wanted to say, 'I'll miss you' or even, 'I love you' but the sacred words were trapped in my conflicted mind, and I could not bring myself to speak another word.
His slim, tattooed figure, donned in a serpents leather jacket and black jeans entered the bus slowly, with slight hesitation, though without looking back. Was it too painful for him to even look at me one last time? The old coach's doors closed with a resounding bang and the rusted vehicle then rattled away, to where I don't know. The last I saw of his handsome, tanned and chiselled face was in the fogged glass of one of the bus windows, seconds before it left, mirrored in the hazy reflection of my own despairing silhouette.
I fought the tears that built up a thriving ocean inside of my broken down self, that burst to break free of my supposedly calm exterior. I couldn't hold it in though, the only boy I'd ever loved, leaving me, forever...
I let them fall freely. The salty liquids burning my lips that had been left bare just a minute earlier; the taste of tears replacing the sweet cherry chapstick that was Joaquin's signature.
I was back to where I'd started. Kevin Keller, the lonely gay boy. Friends with everyone but nothing more. No boyfriend, just the occasional hookup with some closeted guy, not going anywhere.
The one true relationship I'd been in, shattered in an instant, like the remaining fractions of my torn apart heart.
A/N| just a short opening I know, the rest of the parts will be longer I promise x
