A/n: hello I've been gone for a while, but I'm back, and I need to go to sleep. Here, I hope you like this installment of this book :)
= Let's Start =
+ Narrators Pov +
The sun slowly rose above the horizon, its rays lighting up the world in colour, and again, the water reflected the orange glow back for the sky to see. The blond Frenchman lay in his king sized bed, one arm wrapped over and around the shorter c/n, both males were shirtless and had tangled hair a top their heads. This might have been a normal morning.
The birds outside sang their hearts out, waking with the lark, the ever-present red-honey glow dusted over the dew that collected on the lemon trees and shrubbery surrounding the small cottage on the corner of a long and winding path in the forest.
Francis awoke first. His eyes cracked open, yawning and just watching the smaller male sleep, the French windows that looked out upon the pond and forest surrounding the house stood proud and tall. Their old wooden design struck out against the backdrop of greenery and bright flowers. Looking down at the c/n, Francis couldn't help but think of what had happened in the past weeks, what was a year compared to one moment, what was a day worth when it'd be no more than such. The grandfather clock struck against the wall, it's hand just pointing away from the twelve and just near the six.
Francis let his breathing level, calming himself, and closing his eyes again. Memorising the way their breathing matched, memorising the way their skin touched together, memorising the way he could feel his lovers heartbeat beneath his fingertips.
Francis was memorising the way he could sing.
He memorised the way his lovers eyes reflected the glow of the ocean every once in a while.
He memorised the way he could play guitar to almost any tune.
He memorised the way that man made love such a bittersweet word to sing.
He memorised the way the small piece of metal adorning his chest on a piece of string ment so much to him.
He memorised the way a million words could be shortened to an 'I love you' with him. He didn't need a million words to replace three.
Francis memorised the way his smile could melt a mountain. Eyes that could tear an avalanche in two.
Francis had often asked what heaven was. ' What would yours be? ' he'd ask. 'Who is your heaven,' would be m/n's response.
'Your heaven, your heaven would be forever, it'd be forever in what we used to be. Your heaven would be back when everyone didn't know better. Your heaven would be here, in the gentle warfare with, everyone you ever knew. Your heaven would be the first days of summer and spring, and the snowy day of winter, I like your heaven. '
Then Francis would intern ask what his lovers heaven was, what it would be, because he was so sure that they were going there.
' If I had a heaven, it'd be here. If I had a heaven, my heaven would have a post-office, I could send letters to you and everyone I know. If I had a heaven, it'd be you.'
Then the air would go silent, and again the silence would surround them, it wasn't necessarily a bad silence. But silence nonetheless.
And the memories came flooding back, but it wasn't rushed, it was slow and steady, and it was the right pace all in itself.
Francis looked over his arm, watching his lover breathe, his chest moving in a systematic rhythm of beats, just in time with his own.
"My heaven, it'd be here, it'd be here in the way I loved you, and the way I will love you. My heaven is you,"
\The End\
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