"curtis..." harold said breathlessly. the man on front of him looked nearly exactly the same he did almost fifty years ago. his hair, although graying, had it's usual bounce to it. his eyes had a mesmerizing flair to them. his cheekbones were high up and we'll defined. his lips were the same sweet pink they were all those years ago when harold had put his own upon curtis'.
"harold?" curtis asked. he blinked rapidly, afraid this was a figment of his imagination. no, harold was dead.
"it's me curtis" harold said. a small smile on his lips. harold brought his hand up to his hair and ran his fingers slowly through his blonde fringe. a habit he had had since a teenager.
curtis stood up abruptly. "stop it" he said, quietly at first. 'this can't be real, it isn't real' he thought.
"stop what, curtis?" harold asked confusedly.
"stop it" curtis said again, this tike louder and more commanding.
harold stammered. "i-i, i'm not-"
"stop it" curtis screamed, interrupting harold. "stop it" he repeated even louder before pushing past harold in the door way and running off down the corridor.
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illegal love || a war story ||
Short Storytwo young men, friends since childhood, join the british army in 1931. eight years later, they're called into battle with the nazi's. friendship is put on the line as the tragic war leads them to fall in love.
