Brendan Murray: The Collection

Late Night Thoughts

A/N:
Hi!

This one is short, did not reach a thousand words to call it a proper fic. Another ficlet? Yessss.

This is written in third person point of view and first person point of view from Brendan's perspective.
Italicised words are Brendan's thoughts and is written in first person point of view.

This is another gender neutral fic so I hope you enjoy!
-Meg

"Late Night Thoughts"
The Pillowtalk Fic

Dark bluish green eyes drank in the picturesque view before him.  Long lashes brushing against their cheeks and lips parted with sleep.

Musically adept fingers slowly reaching out, bushing against their skin like it was a fragile petal; so easy to wilt. His eyes shining with secrets he badly wanted to share.

I was seventeen when I realised I don't know what love really is. Never understood the concept of it. It wasn't the lack of trying, no. I tried to think about it, had done my research but everything and everyone had been ambiguous.

They say you can see love, touch it even. Love can be concrete if you want it to be. Love is an abstract thing that can be concrete with the right person.

But how? Can you really touch love? Brush your fingers against it? Caress it with adoration? Does love even have a scent that would get you addicted? A name you can whisper at night? How would you know it is love knocking against your door?

Those were the questions that plagued me. For years and years. Love made me question if it was all possible.

But then there was you. Love was all you can talk about. You always talk about the beauty about it and how breathtaking love can be.

Love is ambiguous for a reason, you said. It is defined by different people on how they see it, how they feel it. You said that love is such a complicated thing it can be simply understood by anyone.

You told me everything about such an abstract concept, that love started to take shape right before my eyes.

Love has skin as soft as the moonlight. So radiant and glowing. Has a touch like silk that never fail to send shivers down my back. Love has eyes so vibrant and alive. Pools of emotions pulling me more and more deeper into this abyss I can't explain.

Love has this contagious laughter, so inhabited and free. It has a smile that never fails to let my heart skip a beat. Love has hair that tickles my nose as I wake up beside them. Has a scent of home.

I had witness love cry and scream at the world for its unfairness. Saw them break down and curse only to get back up with a determined glint in their eyes.

I had hurt love, blamed them for the most silliest things. Accused them, cursed them. I fought with love too many times. And yet love still stayed.

Love left me to achieve their dreams and I let them. They have hurt me like how I did to them. Slapped me and cried for me. But love and I stood strong together.

Love is patient. Love is kind. They do not envy, does not boast, they are not proud. Love is not easily angered, they keep no records of my wrongs.

Love had taken shape of a person. A person with contagious laughter, vibrant and alluring eyes, has touch like silk.

Before I knew it, I fell and sunk into a world filled of love and laughter with you.

Would it be weird if I told you I love you? Would I come as a desperate fool if I do? Is it too fast to fall this hard for you? Can I really love someone like you?

You had become my very definition of love. Without you, love would be hazy and just another word.

"You had become my life, my happiness, my balance and my sanity," he whispered. Smiling, he settled down beside them. He watched them reach out for him, snuggling deeply inside his arms.

"I love you," he finally murmured as he pressed his nose against their hair. With his eyes closed, he wasn't able to witness the slightly fluttering of vibrant eyes and a smile on their face as they let his beating heart lull them back to sleep.