Bright blue eyes, the color of the sea stared into deep grey, they're feet close together as they danced. They both smiled happily as the scent of pine and rosemary washed over them from the fields. Wood creaked quietly under them as they glided across the floor.
When he turned 23, Tomas Wood had left London. He had hugged his friends and family one last time, before boarding a plane and going to Norway. Wilmer had an idea of what he was up to but kept his mouth shut. He had smiled and waved bye to Tom, his arms place around his boyfriend's shoulders.
Tomas stayed in Norway for a while, finding a job and settling into a home. He later met a man named Espen Lemoin, with dark grey eyes, and a red hoodie. They got married soon later, settling in a home together.
Hand in hand, they would sit by the fire together, sip on alcohol, and listen to music, just happy to be in each other's brace. Their neighbors thought Tomas was helplessly in love with him, but Espen knew it was the other way around. He'd comb his fingers through Tomas's hair, singing sweetly.
Tomas would just smile and close his eyes, settling into Espen's embrace before saying back, "Commie, you never could sing."
Espen would just laugh and say, "I don't want to hear that coming from you, Jehova."
Then, there were days like this, when they would dance together, hugging each other close. Tomas would breathe in deeply of the smell, his vans tapping softly on the ground.
"I'm still not used to calling you, Espen," He said as Espen turned him, gently grabbing his waist and pulling him close again.
Espen smiled down at him, "Then call me Commie like you always have," He said, holding Tomas's hand tenderly.
Tomas smiled up at him, "Alright Commie," He said, kissing his lips softly.
They were right where they wanted to be, right where they liked. They were locked in the dream together, and they wouldn't change any of it.
Their nightmare had turned into a dream finally. And they didn't need anything else, they kept dancing like that.
They danced until they had died, still holding each other close in an embrace, they're hands still intertwined.
But they hadn't died, not truly anyway.
No, they were still in the dream, still dancing together, floating from one place to another. They're hands never leaving each other, smiling and happy.
And they stayed like that, forever.
Forever in each other's embrace.
Cursed forever, cursed together.
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