Recovery

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The annoying strip of light on his face first woke him up. He groaned and roll to his side, burying his face into the pillow. Taking a deep breath, he then froze. His bed is not next to a window, there shouldn't be any sunlight. And also, what's this familiar smell? He gingerly opened an eye and he calmed down, the sight of the older man still sleeping soundly facing him.

How did they get here? To be brutally honest, it had been a hell of a journey filled with ups and downs, laughter and tears, hope and despair. And throughout it all, the one constant is Singto.

He had comforted the younger without any condescension, pushed him up when he was down, ever ready to listen to all nonsensical thoughts running through his mind without judging, never turning him away, never shown disappointment in him when he slipped up again and most importantly, holding onto him when he had wanted to give up. How did they end up crossing that line? From acquaintances to friends to support to lovers? 

There were no big declaration, no grand revelation, just two of them together not unlike now, after a night of long conversations and revelations on both sides and both are half drifting off to sleep when a hand reached out to hold the other, fingers loosely entwined. One confessed, the other returned the confession, both treasuring the precious words as they fell asleep, content in the security of each other arms.

Krist stared at the other, his mind slipping to those treacherous thoughts, wondering what if, what if and more what ifs and his breath quickened. What if Singto one day feel that he was too much of a burden, so many other people far simpler to be with than him?

Singto felt the stare piercing through his subconscious half awake mind. Instinctively he reached out towards Krist, a hand curled around Krist's waist, pulling the younger man nearer. They drew comfort and assurance from each other with these hugs, touches which are so essential to both of them. Singto pressed a soft kiss on the top of the younger's head. Krist opened his eyes, Singto staring back at him. Both of them stared at each other for the longest time, sleep far from their minds.

"I love you"

Krist smiled at the soft whisper. He don't know when he will slip up again but he know that even if he does, he will not be alone.

This is a battle I don't want to lose