Close Encounter (Drift x Brite Bomber)

Ch.26 Decision

○Brite○

Drift's reply petrified me, so much so that I found myself doubting every single word I spoke. All of that, all of his life, his past, and still...

"You want to stay?"

The intense look on his face showed that he wasn't completely sure. His eyes were distant, the golden brown in them now fading to a soft cool color. He was pensive- sad, almost. That was only a guess on my part, but his blond brows were slanted downwards. I could only imagine the frown on his face if there was one. "I do... for now."

An ominous wind was whistling past us. As I kept my eyes marveling at his features, I noticed the sun was rising. Heavier shadows fell along his cheeks, the sun also complimenting the brown in his eyes. They coexist so beautifully, the sun, golden itself, forced the return of the gold in his eyes. Silence fell over us, and with that silence came the ability of the mind to wander for longer. It was then that I realized I was still holding him in an embrace, and it was also then when I realized that both of his arms fit perfectly against my lower back. Surprise striked me due to my own emotions; I'd normally feel shy in this situation, but as my eyes searched his...

I felt nothing but want.

His arms tensed in a sporadic manner- I was almost sure he realized, too, that he was holding me. It felt so natural, but after our last encounter, I pushed him away, didn't I?

I'm so relieved that he's still here.

The warmth of this strong emotion couldn't be any more obvious, we both knew that inside there was a lost longing, a feeling that was wanting to be fulfilled because we had only gone so far last time. A suspicion welt up inside and the grating affliction of my uneeded negative feelings punctured my chest.

...I can't.

The cold breeze overcame my skin, bringing the reaction of goosebumps, and the very much yearned for warmth he emitted left me upon our seperation. I turned my back, but his hand held my wrist captive. "Brite, tell me why you're doing this."

I spun my head in his direction again- just the small ring of heat from his touch hit me, and the goosebumps attacked my skin again.

"Please, if I could just have some kind of explanation." He was pleading.

I realized that he was speaking of why I distanced myself from him. What a good question: how? "I wasn't sure."

"Of what?"

"I don't know..."

His grip loosened, "Brite... if you need time, that's fine with me, but if you ever change your mind."

I flashed a smile to him, "We'll see."

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After all is settled, after every ounce of what I thought was danger is finally gone... there's something missing, always. After that encounter I found myself coming face to face with the truth. What I have isn't just some silly crush, and maybe Rex was wrong to separate us. Why am I saying it was wrong? A prime example would be how Drift and I's days played out after that. The first week, we spent our time teaching him more about fighting through training sessions and such. I guess Cuddle and Rex felt I was more fit to train him on my own. That was when I started to question things. The first week of us traveling and me helping him out, I figured out that we had a crazy connection. The more time we spent together, the closer we got, and the more I realized that Drift isn't just a passing phase.

I let my lids touch until they slowly parted, allowing my irises travel to the side of Drift's face. After a while we made it a routine to end our long days of hard work on the highest hill nearby. Today was a great day for that, the wind caressing and soft, the sun like a blanket, laying over our idle bodies comfortably. Drift and I stayed there, laying on our backs in silence whilst our wandering eyes traveled about with curiousity.