"i discovered the right hand rule first!" faraday cried out, walking away from the latter; it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! he chanted in his mind.
fleming looked at his lover, biting his lip to prevent his tears from falling. fleming's eyebrows furrowed, he doesn't seem to get it. maybe if things were way different, it wouldn't hurt as much as it did. "what is?"
"do you not love me anymore?" faraday asked. words stucked in fleming's throat. he wants to say something and yet,
"well then, what is?" he asked again, glancing on the latter's eyes every now and then.
"maybe if things were different, i would have loved you more longer than you deserve, my light. but it's not and it hurts." faraday stares at him for too long, that he stared like he never cared about the tears that keeps betraying him, over and over. fleming, now cries too. accepting the fact that his lover makes him feel weak, weaker than he already is but that doesn't matter.
"the discoveries we made doesn't matter,
it's the discovery of us,
with our true feelings for each other."
they had hoped that things could be different,
but now, it's better off unsaid.
what the fuck did i just do
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hand rule
Romansauntil the end of my fingertips reached yours, discoveries of what we made doesn't matter. series of unending (and fucked up) love story.
