I woke up to a rough voice calling out to me. I had hummed and I felt a hand grip my shoulder, shaking me slightly. I then opened my eyes, seeing a tall figure standing before me. He was holding a cup of tea in his hand but I didn't realize it. I gasped, throwing my hand in the air as I had forgotten where I was for a second. I had bumped his hand, knocking the cup of tea all over it and burning his hand. He yelped deeply but had cut it off, sighing and picking up the cup. I rubbed my eyes, yawning and I groaned. My eyes grazed over the plate of eggs, beans, and sausage that rested in front of me. I looked over to the side as I saw Ronan at the sink, rinsing his hand under the faucet. I saw the kettle on the stove and the steam had already been coming out. "May I have some tea..?" I asked in a whisper and gulped, staring intensely at him. He then looks back and I jolt "N-nevermind- I-I'm sorry.." I was scared as I didn't know how he'd react. I wasn't allowed to ask for things growing up. It was ungrateful and rude. I had looked down before I heard his lip lift as if he were smiling. "Sure lad, I made it to serve it" He said and then flung the water off his hands, wiping down the counter. I blushed in embarrassment and I held myself, thinking deeply. What part of Ireland is he from?
He's so kind...
He's so different...
It's scary...
He might just blow up at any time, I know it.
He came over with a small smile and I had watched him pour the tea into the mug, it steaming and smelling of different blends of black tea. I hummed, my eyes gazing over his hands and I saw a big red spot that covered most of it. I then pointed "Thank you, sir... Oh- what happened?" I asked and he shook his head and said it was just a slight burn. I held out my hand, offering to take his hand and he scoffed through his nose. I had looked over his burn and I blew on it gently. "Be more careful, ..Clumsy" I said and he then shook his head with a smile, rubbing an ointment on it. I began to eat the meal, appreciating the light seasoning. I felt sick as I had been without much movement in a while due to my sprain. It had been about two and a half weeks since the incident and I felt no pain in my ankle. Ronan wouldn't even let me get up for the bathroom yet as he said I still needed a week. "You're too kind." He said with his back turned to me. I huffed and I had looked down at the bandages. I then had taken the cover off me, grabbing the tray and I then made my way over to Ronan as he was beside the sink. I placed the tray on the counter and I smiled as all it took was a little limp to get there. His words then got caught in his throat for a second before he held out his hands in concern.
"What are you doing out of bed? It hasn't healed fully yet!" He said and he then picked me up, placing me on the counter. I rolled my eyes as he lectured me on how I might get arthritis. I then giggled and I then massaged my ankle. "Ronan~ I'm okay. It's perfectly fine. I promise. I just felt sick of staying in bed all the time. I feel like a sack of potatoes, just laying around." I said and he then continued to lecture me. I stared into his eyes as I couldn't tell if he was upset or just really worried. I sat quietly and let him talk to me for a while, glad I could reply to him without feeling sick. I nodded my head, simple answers becoming my friend. I had changed the topic to his personal life since... I kinda wanted to know more about him. I listened as he talked about his parents and his older brother who lived back in the city. He said he moved out here because he loved the space and quietness. I hummed and I listened carefully, taking everything in. He talked for a while before he asked me about why I was wandering so far from the city. "Well... I lived next to the city- in the lighthouse" he then gasped in shock and he cooed. Apparently, I had walked four hours away from my home. My eyes went wide as it didn't seem like it was that long. I had been walking like a zombie for so long I didn't think much of the distance.
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RomanceIn his childhood, Jonathan Walsh suffered from homophobic torture practices through religion. While running away without a final destination, he is taken in by a man who is unlike his usual. Now confined to his head, Jonathan tries his best to adher...