Chapter 30: There's Always A First Time For Everything.

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~Leto~

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~Leto~

'What is a good death?

Good about saying goodbye to breath?

I am your land, you are my sky.

How shall we speak a world's goodbye?

How make good the cosmic ache

Of universes going to break?

How make good the final kiss,

The final friend, the final bliss?

How make good the final sight

Of final day of forever night?

You quit the form I slept so near.

And still you dear,

But am I, dear?'

-'Death' by Lucy Perry.
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I wake but I have not yet opened my eyes, I watch the swirls of angry red behind my closed lids; feeling at one with myself.

Deciding to open my eyes is harder than I thought, forcing them open I am reminded that my body is uncomfortably and confusingly hot and sore.

I don't understand what is going on, looking around I realise that I am in someone's bedroom laying on their bed. There are no windows and I feel panic raise up in my throat, did I make the biggest mistake of my life by having a 'one night stand?'.

I don't know.

It hurts to try to even think about what may have happened.

Something on my left side moves, I'm not sure if it was my imagination or not but I'm pretty sure I'm not alone laying on this bed.

Turning my head to the side, another guy is laying with his back to me sleeping peacefully.

Fuck.

Did we sleep together? Looking down at myself I am most definitely fully dressed but not in my clothes and yes he is dressed too, what the fuck is going on?

I hear a groan beside me, I turn over on my side so that I can face him as he turns over so that he is facing me and immediately recognition kicks in.

Freddie.

My heart does a flip in my chest as I can't take my eyes off of him, there are things I never noticed about him before that I am noticing now that I admire about him.

His brows are perfectly smoothed into lovely arches, his nose slopes down just right, his jaw is so fine it could cut diamonds, his lips...oh fuck, his lips...

I am lost in my fantasy of him when I just about hear a slight groan and I quickly look at him with wide eyes but his eyes have not opened yet.

Even after getting startled I can't stop gazing at him, he's not bad looking well in fact he's actually quite handsome.

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