More Than That.

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How it all started?

A game between two, that eventually got too far. Two completely different people got carried away, and started what they couldn't stop.

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Enjoy.

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How did it end up like this?







How did I get like this?










'I finally achieved what I had been trying so hard to do, I was happy, I was finally there, in the hero course. I remember when he talked to me, congratulating me for being where I was. That's where our friendship began, just with some simple words, and words turned into full conversations, words turned into hangouts, words turned into a game.

A game he played with everyone. Flirty attitude and overly joyful personality, an adorable smile, a deep and modulated voice, a joyous laugh, and an irresistible physical appearance. He could get obnoxious sometimes, but that was just an add to his magnificent, unique self.

The memory is crystal clear, yet so perplexing, at least for me.

We were just hanging out, everyone else had left and it was pretty late, I couldn't sleep as it was often a problem, and he was still as hyped up as ever. He started to joke, flirt, something normal, and I never said anything, but that time, there was no one around, so I just went ahead and played around with him as well.

What started as a game, became a competition. Getting closer together, grinning, smirking, not realizing how close we were, not realizing when our mind left us for a second and our lips touched, and of course, not realizing how we didn't hesitate to get even closer.

A few seconds and we noticed. I was confused, but no one said a word, and we kept going. One thing leading to another. Slowly undressing, dancing in unison along an inexistent melody, one on top of another, our minds too foggy to think about anything outside of what was going on.

Once it was done, we couldn't go back, though it wasn't something we regretted. Somehow it wasn't awkward, somehow we made it work, somehow we talked about enjoying it, somehow we agreed to keep going, and keep it a secret.

Days passed, days turning into weeks and weeks into months of the same. It was our little secret, and no one suspected anything, there were no problems, until of course, I had to ruin it.

I never expected to ever feel something such as that fluttery sensation in my stomach everytime I looked into those eyes made of gold. Was it even something I'd be able to avoid? We got closer, physically and emotionally, well, platonically that is, I doubt these feelings would ever be returned.

I care about him, I know he does too, but I know it's just platonic. When we're around people, his close group of friends, it's as if nothing ever happened, we're so damn good at telling lies, though I wish it was more.

It was just a game, a competition, just lust.

I wish I could touch him in public, no, not in a 'dirty' way, I mean something else. I wish I could look at him in the eyes and hold his hands, I wish I was the cause of that wide smile I love to look at, that laugh that makes my stomach twist and my cheeks flush, but I know that will never happen, I know when we're alone there's only one thing he wants, we want, but I just wish it was more than that.

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