I shiver, as the purple sky, changes into an orange color.
My breathe hitches, as our pressed chests move in sync.
He looks up to the sky, feeling the beautiful breeze on his body.
His eyes brightens with the sunset light.
It is sunset.
It is sunset.
I feel slightly panicked.
My heart shatters, I want to pause the sky.
"It is sunset.."
He says, smiling again.
I don't understand..
"Grayson.."
Sunset.
He is the sun..
"..Ethan.."
He says as he lets go of my waist.
He faces the setting sun.
I can see the sparkles, flying around and stars bursting out of him.
I panic.
I am panicking.
I have this unknown feeling.
I can't call it love, I wish I could.
I guess.
But this is something more intense.
What is it?
"Grayson.. it was just a story.. right?"
I ask him, concerned.
He opens his arms, like he is ready to hug something.
He closes his eyes, making me panic even more.
What the fuck is happening again?
"It is okay, Ethan"
Maybe it is the feeling I get when he touches me. That unreal feeling. Cold and warm. I could see his eyes clearly, traveling down and up on my body.
And when he grabbed me by my waist, I felt his hard chest on mine. My legs trembled.
It felt different.
Just by looking at his wonderful face, with so many emotions I have never felt before; I can't help but squeeze my fist.
I wonder what is going on inside his head. I wanna know every single thing he thinks about.
I wanna be the only one he fantasizes about. I want his beautiful fingers wrapped around me.
I feel like his touch is the only thing that keeps me alive.
But if it is not love, then what is it?
His skin with no flaws is the only thing I need to look at.
Now I am just staring at him, under a beautiful sunset.
His facial lines are brighten up by the beautiful colour of the setting sun. I want to touch him.
I want to touch him more than anything.
I wish he was mine.
And I wish he was real.
