F U L L M O O N || boy×boy

Chapter 17 'Rough Night'

It was past midnight, everyone was asleep. Well- everyone except two different persons, different cause but the same moon.

Allastair sat on the cold stoned floor, not enough energy to scream out or even fight back. Tears roll down on his pale skin to the ground while he stare at the moon. Thinking what could happen to his family if he isn't there. His mind is full of 'what if's'

"What if the king hurts them?"

"What if he kills them?"

"What if they forget him?"

"W-What if,"

"..."

"They knew all about this and- and doesn't l-love me anymore?"

A huge wave of tears left his eyes, he sniffed as he let the tears flow and flow like they were the water in a faucet. He broke down, sobbing while laying at the ground.

Meanwhile, another boy lied awake in his own bed. Staring at the ceiling of his room. Remembering everything about someone until hot wet tears ran down his cheeks. He turned his gaze from the celing to the moon, staring at it's glow. A sudden memory flashed over his mind;

"Look big brother! The moon is out tonight!" Aillard heard his little brother said, smiling as he made his way to him. "Oh, you're right. It is out" the younger boy grinned ear to ear, throwing his hand at the air, pretending to touch the moon.

"I wish I'd go to the moon, what do you think does it feel up there brother?"

"Hmm, I don't know. What do you think?"

"I think it's amazing! I want to be an astronaut when I grow up!! I'll send many many pictures of the moon to you and little bro bro" he smiled, as well Aillard. He kissed his brother's head, smiling at him.

"Ofcourse you will"

Aillard remembered all of it pretty well. He always remembered him when he stares at the moon. The only memory he left to him. He wish he's right here right now, all of them completed. But no, he's not. And it's all his fault. He killed him, he let him die.

Aillard cried even harder as he stared up at the sky. Putting a pillow over his face as he screamed out desperately. He feels guilty, if only he didn't distracted himself over a stupid balloon. If only he hadn't been so stupid enough to let his brother die than him. If only he could turn back time, he'd sacrifice his life over his brother. He's be living his life, he'd be everything he ever wanted, he'd be an astronaut just like he said.

He again looked at the moon, as if it would bring his brother back.

The other glanced up, as if the moon can save him.

The two closed their eyes as they panted heavily.

"Save me"

"Save me"

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"Shit!" Las woke up by a hit on his face. He stared at his once father as he spat on the ground. "What do you want now?!" He barked, struggling because of the chains attached to him. "Nothing, just came here to say good luck in hell" the king smirked, his whore clinging to his side while smiling wickedly. "It was nice to meet you"

His father's grin became serious. The king turned to his executioner. "You begin tomorrow evening, while the full moon is on the rise. Bring me his heart" although he whispered this very low, Las can still hear it. And he didn't like it one bit, he needs to escape by tonight. The king turned to him once more, smirking, before leaving the dungeon. The executioner and other guards remained to guard him.

'This is gonna be a tough one'

'I know August, promise to stay with me'

'How can I leave you both physically and mentally anyways?'

'You bitch'

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Aillard woke up a few hours later, he checks himself in the mirror before noticing the red fluffy eyes replacing his normal ones. He thought for an excuse for atleast 15 minutes before deciding the original "Got soap in my eyes".

After deciding, he went downstairs. Seeing no one, he left the living room to see in the kitchen.

A note on the counter found his eyes;

Hey baby, we're gonna go to your and your brother's school. Just a pta meeting, we'll be back in an hour or so. There's food on the fridge, heat it up and it's ready. If you're going out then make sure the doors are lock and no electricity is activate. Don't cause trouble.

Xoxo, Mom

It's gonna be boring brother! HELP MEEH

He smiled, recognizing the handwriting of his brother. That's how close they are, even recognizing their sighs. I wish all- anyways, as always, The boy took out some food out of the fridge and started putting them on the microwave. He doesn't really know how to cook, maybe his brother but not him.

After eating, he went back to his room, laying on his bed while his phone entertain him.

A few minutes passed until Aillard brushes his teeth, putting on his shoes and taking his coat. It was a nice weather, why not take a walk?

He left the house, making sure every door and windows are locked. You can never be too prepared. He plugged in his earphones, putting on his playlist. Mouthing the lyrics while he relaxed his mind.

"I need somebody heal, somebody to know, somebody have, somebody to hold"

He closed his eyes.

"It's easy to say but it's never the same, I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain"

"Now the day bleeds into nightfall, and you're not here to get me through it all. I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug, I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved,"

He opened his eyes again, taking a seat on the bench. Letting the next song play.

"Let the music help you.."

The sentence ran around his mind, obeying it. He set an alarm, he can't take too long in the park, then closed his eyes. Letting the music help him.

"I know you love her but it's over mate, it doesn't matter, put the phone away. It's never easy to walk away let her go. It'll be okay"

"If "I love you" was a promise, would you break it if your honest? Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before"

"Can I lay by your side, next to you~. And make sure you're alright, I'll take care of you~"

"You say I'm crazy, 'cause you don't think I know what you've done. But when you call me baby, I know I'm not the only one"

"All I ask is if, this is my last night with you. Hold me like I'm more than just a friend, give a memory I can use. Take me by the hand while we do, what lovers do. It matters how this ends, 'cause what if I never love again?"

"I am a lost boy from Neverland, usually hanging out with Peter Pan. And when we're bored we play in the woods, always on the run from Captain Hook. "Run, run, lost boy," they say to me, away from all of reality."