SORRY PLUTO [ JACK x ZACH ]

fourteen

the lights were dim in his bedroom, and somehow the small light that rested upon his face made him even more beautiful. i sometimes wondered how he did it.

at the end of the day, saturn had asked me if i wanted to come to his place; claiming that his parents had gone on a trip and he was bored.

i agreed instantly, any time with him is time that's not wasted.

so here i was, sat on his extremely comfortable bed, admiring his whole room.

everything of his was perfect, and i kind of hated it.

"your room is annoyingly perfect." i complemented. he sat beside me, "annoyingly?"

"yeah! like, everything about you is perfect. it gets annoying."

saturn looked down to his lap, sadly fidgeting with the ends of his hair, "perfect?"

"yeah, perfect. you're perfect ----."

he shook his head, and just didn't say anything. i lifted his hand up with my pointer finger, "yes, you are. and i get not being able to believe the words i'm telling you, hell, if someone told me that i was perfect i wouldn't believe them for a second, but you are, ----, you're so perfect."

his eyes were filled with hope, that hope slowly starting to cascade down his stunning cheeks, " why can't i believe that?" he cried, "people always complement me on my eyes, or- or my hair, but i just can't see it."

i wiped the tears off of his cheeks, "i wish i could make you see it, ----, but you have to believe me."

it was so different to see him in his vulnerable state, it sadly reminded me of myself. i couldn't believe (and still cannot) that he didn't see what i saw when looking at him.

i took my finger off of his chin and he wrapped his fragile arms around my frame, his head being placed on my shoulders as he tried to contain himself, "i'm sorry, ----, i don't -- i don't usually act like thi-"

i just placed my hand on the small of his back, "don't apologize."

holding a broken planet in my hands felt extremely important, even for me. he was so fragile in this state, and maybe i, a broken dwarf planet, could help him. it would be rare, but if he can help me through most of my rough times then it's the least i could do.

i feel like i'm like this because i need a shoulder to cry on, someone to hug me when i'm sad and tell me that everything's okay. i need that, everyone does.

and if i could be saturn's, then so be it.

this is what warmth felt like.

being in saturn's arms,

his head resting on my shoulder,

his arms wrapped around me,

my arms around his waist,

hearing his breaths slowly start to decrease,

it was the fire, the spark in this torturous world full of ice.

and i felt warmth.

pluto,

the coldest planet in our solar system,

an ice block floating way too far away from the sun,

was warm.

and it was all because of saturn.

i hope he could feel what i'm feeling.

"you're so special." i whispered. saturn lifted his head and looked at me with his tear stained cheeks, and yet he still looked stunning, "what?"