Breed Of Emotions

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     This moment was supposed to be exciting, it was supposed to give me a rush of happiness. I mean, a year ago I was dreaming about it. However, as Owen stood in front of me, all the clouds in the sky seemed more concentrated, more agonized.

"So, this is it?"

As Owen asked that, standing with his head tilted downwards, I couldn't help but sigh softly. His hair was covering his eyes, but I already knew what they looked like.

"Yeah."

My brand new vehicle was parked just behind me, ready for the long drive up north. I was moving up north to Illinois for college, and honestly I was very excited for it. The only thing that was holding me back was...Owen. He stood there, his muscular arms shaking slightly, his plump lips quivering in the damp fog.

"Be safe on your drive Sol." He said, his voice shaking just like his arms.

I couldn't help but grin sweetly, chuckling at his concern for me.

"I'll be fine Owen, you don't gotta worry about me."

As I said that, Owen's head sprang up, and those deep eyes made direct contact with mine. He was holding back tears, but keeping a straight face.

"Sol, I mean it."

It still made me blush when he called me Sol. I always wanted to correct him, tell him 'My name's Saulo, not Sol.' But I always let it slide. I nodded in response.

"Take care of everyone here while I'm gone."

His bottom lip gave in, he was mere seconds away from crying. Owen was normally so collected, did I really mean this much to him? I guess after all this time, our friendship really did mean a lot. As I began to lift up my hand, he rushed at me and embraced me in a big bear hug. His beefy arms enveloped me, shielding me from the fog, and he was sobbing into my shoulder. It was so sudden, Owen had never shown this much emotion, not in front of me at least. He normally had this masculine vibe put up. I instinctively ran my hand through his hair, smoothly rubbing the back of his head as he softly cried.

"C'mon, you're big and strong right?"

I smiled softly as I whispered that to him, but he didn't stop sobbing.

"Would you be happy here?"

His voice was raspy from crying, and his question caught me off guard.

"Owen?"

"With me? Would you be happy here with me?"

I could feel my eyes begin to water as he asked that, causing me to halt my hand in his hair.

"Owen, you can't ask me that, not now."

He pulled his body off mine, those big, soft hands tenderly held my shoulders. His arms were shaking, and I could feel the fog caress my neck again. As he gazed into my pupils, those deep deep eyes, I couldn't even think, everything just fell into them.

"For a minute, I felt complete."

He paused for a second, sniffling.

"You know?"

He chuckled as he choked those words out, his somber smile gracing my eyes. I grasped his forearms with my hands, squeezing them ever so gently.

"You'll be fine without me, you never really needed me around."

He flinched a bit when I said that. Was this really that painful for him? His hands started squeezing my shoulders harder, shaking in the fog.

"Owen."

His eyes met mine once more, small tears trailed down his red cheeks.

"I need to do this Owen."

His mouth curved, he was holding back an entire meltdown. Then, those abyssal eyes lowered, no longer meeting mine.

"Why are you getting so upset over this? You can call me whenever you want, text me anytime, we'll stay in touch."

I tried to smile, I thought that would cheer him up. After all, he's the one that wanted to stay friends.

"We'll still be friends, don't worry Owen."

He flinched again, his eyes shutting tightly, forcing out more tears. As his hands tightened even further in agony, I had an epiphany. I let go of his forearms and placed my hands on his face, and as my fingertips touched his ears, I felt just how cold and damp they were in this atmosphere. His tears were moist against the palms of my hands, and as our irises met, I did what I've wanted to do since the night I met him. I stepped on the tips of my toes, while his arms embraced me, and gently kissed him. His hair was messy against my forehead, and his nose felt frozen against mine, but as our eyes shut, I knew what he had always meant by complete.