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Short Story (For English)

 Damien picked up the small photo, looking at it with plaintive eyes. He smiles and sets it down, sitting calmly while remembering those days as they were yesterday. He sighs softly and looks at it, his smile saddening as he stares at Brody in the picture next to him.

"I'm sorry baby.."

Damien runs over, almost tripping up the stairs to Brody's room, finding him asleep. He smiles softly and sits next to him, shaking his shoulders gently.

"Sleeping beauty wake up."

Brody shakes his head and shoves his face into a pillow, pushing Damien away with his back. Damien sighs and stands up on the bed, falling over onto Brody. Brody huffs and sits up, shoving Damien down onto his legs and sighing.

"Okay I'm awake now what do you want?"

"I require food."

"Fuck you man, I was having a nice dream. You can't get it for yourself?? Your legs aren't broken obviously." He rubs his head and looks around,pausing for a moment then leaning over to grab his glasses off of a bedside table, putting them on.

"I know but I would've been lonely with nobody to join me." Damien sighs dramatically and places the back of his hand over his forehead, smiling. Brody rolls his eyes and pushes him over, pulling the blankets off and standing up. Damien gets up and follows him as they walk down to the kitchen.

Damien smiles and climbs up on the counter, sitting on it as he searches through the cupboards, looking at various foods. He grabs a box and his smiles twists into a smirk, shaking the box at Brody.

"Ya know, these are my favorite but I'd honestly rather eat you today." Damien grinned from ear to ear as Brody stared at him, his face slowly flushing red. He turns away from Damien and sighs.

"I wonder if a single day goes by where you don't make a sexual joke towards me." Brody shakes his head and opens the fridge, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he pulls out a milk carton. "Ugh, Dame I think this has gone bad. It feels solid." Brody's face twists in disgust as he squeezes the sides of the carton, it's contents moving in jellied breaks. Damien turns his head and nods, putting the box back into the cupboards. "Maybe we'll have to go and get more food, it's definitely due for it."

Damien smiles and jumps off the counter, walking to Brody and wrapping his arm over his shoulder. "We just might have to," he gasps softly and holds his arm over his shoulder tighter, "we could make it like a breakfast date!"

Brody pulls his arm off Damien's shoulder and smiles softly, nodding in agreement, "yeah sure, we could."

Damien sprints upstairs and rummages through drawers, grabbing his usual choice of sweaters and dark blue jeans, "I don't have to dress nice for it do I?" He pulls on his jeans, tossing off his previous long sleeve and slipping on the sweatshirt. "If I have to, I'm not changing again, this is as nice as I'll get."

Brody walks into the room and looks Damien up and down swiftly, nodding. "Nice enough for me, I don't require that much formal presentation to make me happy. Not from you anyway."

Damien nods and looks at Brody, in his sweatpants, "I like how you look now, it's perfect if you ask me."

Brody pushes Damien out of the room and smiles, "that's only because you're a pervert." He closes the door and sighs happily, putting on a casual shirt and jeans. Damien sits on the stairs and smiles, setting his hands under his chin as Brody walks out. Damien jumps out and turns quickly, beaming at Brody and looking him up and down quickly.

"My, my, don't you look well?" Damien positions his index and thumb in a sideways 'L' under his chin. Brody smiles a bit and rubs the back of his neck, brushing his hand through his hair softly. Brody swiftly picks him up and carries him down the stairs, setting him down in the kitchen.

"Stop being such a pervert."

"It's not my fault that you have a body like that, you can't blame me for liking it." Damien closes his eyes and retorts at him with a sassy tone. Brody slowly shakes his head and closes his fingers on the bridge of his nose.

"Let's just go." Brody looks at Damien and continues to walk out the door, Damien quickly follows him behind. As they walked to the surrounding restaurants of the park, Damien thought he kept on seeing Brody's ex from the corners of his eyes. But not following them, rather going back to the house. He looked back at Brody and shrugged it off as his paranoia of being outside with people.

A few moments later Brody noticed some people were starting to rush past them in the opposite direction.

"What are they running from?" Damien looks up at Brody and looks ahead where the people were coming from.

"Dame, I don't think they're running from something. They're running to something." Brody looks behind them slowly to see large amounts of black smoke rising into the air. Damien followed his gaze as his eyes widen.

"That's- That's our house Brody." Damien took off sprinting back towards the house, Brody quickly following behind. There was already a large crowd of people standing near the house, many of them frantically calling for help on their phones. Damien stops in front of the house and stares at the flames as they swiftly devour the inside, blocking everything up the stairway. Brody stops at his side and looks at him, frantically looking around shortly after.

"Damien I have to go in, I can't see her, she isn't here. What if she's inside??"

"Are you insane?! You cannot go in there, you can't get anywhere! The entire stairway is blocked off and you're not going through any fire!" Damien bites his lip anxiously and looks at the people behind him. "They all called for help, they'll be here soon! They'll get her, you can't go in"

Brody pauses and looks at Damien, sighing softly. Damien starts to smile until someone from the crowd pushes Brody into the house.

"If I can't have him.. No one ever can."

Damien is instantly thrown back onto the ground as a large explosion goes off, bits of the walls from the house raining down. He sits up, his head throbbing and ears ringing. Damien looks at the house, his vision doubling before focusing down. His heart dropped as he looked on, the house now in pieces as the flames devour it further.

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He holds up the picture and sighs, hugging it gently before setting it down. He lies down in the empty bed, staring plaintively at the space next to him. As he closes his eyes, a single tear falls down his cheek in an infinite reminder of what meant most to him, he couldn't save.