Forevermore

.8.

I stand there looking at him before rolling my eyes.

"No duh, we grew up hanging off each other. But you definitely have never properly fallen in love." I say rolling my eyes at Thomas.

He stares at me. "I don't mean it in a brotherly way, Silas."

"But then what do you mean? oh...OH." I sit down on the floor next to Thomas who is unmoving looking at me with desperate eyes

He... loves me?

But this can't be right. He must be joking.

And if he isn't, this is bad.

It will end badly for both of us.

Two guys aren't meant to feel this way about each other. It's wrong in the eyes of the world. After all that he has been through. He shouldn't have said anything.

But I can see it in his eyes. It seems as though he really does love me but do I love him? I sigh loudly making eye contact with the nervous Thomas crouched on the floor.

"I... I probably shouldn't have said that. Just pretend you never heard that Silas." He stutters anxiously..

"But you said it and heard it. Nothing will change that. We just need to keep quiet about it. No one else can know"

"Okay then," he replies sadly. "Do you hate me?"

"No I don't, on the contrary, I love you but not the same way you love me," I state shuffling behind Thomas before grabbing his shoulders to let his head rest on my chest.

"We just have to hold on Silas." He bends his neck back to look up at me with desperate eyes.

He's so close

I could kiss him

"Thomas we are going to have to go soon before they get suspicious" I poke at his nose making him smile.

"Can't we just stay here for a bit?" Thomas sighs pulling himself onto my lap before snuggling up and burying his head into my chest, "Just like this for a little while longer?"

I wrap arms around his waist unsure what to do. "I guess a couple of moments won't hurt," I state quietly watching as Thomas's breaths slow as he closes his eyes causing my heart rate to pick up.

"Cute" I mumble as I sense him drift off. God, he has been through too much. I look down at him. He seems so small, so soft, so fragile, an innocent child who has been through way too much. I want to tell him. I should tell him. He deserves to know. But I don't want to. I really don't want to.

I wish we could both just run off, disappear from the world around us. I wish I could hurt those who hurt Thomas, take every torture device in this room, tear them to pieces and throw them into a burning rage of flame.

But I am not strong or brave. Thomas is that. He doesn't care about the consequences he suffers if it means others stay safe, and he is harmed.

We sit here like this for a bit. I don't know how long passes but it seems to go so fast by the time he wakes. I pick him up gently, holding him bridal style as I get up, him wrapping his arms around my neck for support.