Opera House

Act III.

If I abandoned love, I'd be a man without dreams.

WIN

FRIDAY, 10:00PM

I got the call from RBS today. They've accepted me as a student apprentice under them! I will get to train under them. Royal Ballet School! In London. All the more opportunities to finally play at the Royal Opera House. I've been dreaming about it since I was young and now I can't believe its happening.

With everything going on at the company,--the endless cheers of victory and talks of celebrating at a club somewhere, I just want to come home to Bright and tell him the news. After the rehearsals, I jumped to the next train home.

Bright was surprisingly at home this time. Sat on the couch playing FIFA. I kissed his temple as I settled on the couch next to him.

"Babe."

"What's up?" Bright replied, his eyes never leaving the tv screen.

"I got accepted."

He didn't need to ask me further more questions. Bright suddenly dropped his gaming console by the table and engulfed me in a hug.

"That's great, my love! Congratulations." His voice sounded a bit muffled since he was deeply nuzzling into the crook of my neck and I started to cry.

"I'm proud of you, really." He said in total honesty and vulnerability that I could see him tearing up as well.

"Thank you. Thank you so so m--" I didn't get to finish what I was about to say when he kissed me deeply on the mouth.

It felt like too long ago since he kissed me like this. Soon enough my face was peppered with his kisses that I didn't know if its his tears or mine on my face.

We were both crying.

Things aren't the best with us right now but I knew he was genuinely happy for me.

Bright made love to me that night. It was different--not bad different, but rather a good one. Like we were dancing a somber sonata. Where our steps are in sync.

Its been so long since I saw Bright let his guard down like that. He would always take care of me but tonight he looked small--vulnerable. Almost as if this was his first time with me--almost as if he wanted to be taken care of.

If my kisses could take away the pain he's feeling, I would spend my life devoting all my kisses to him.

The way he held me pierced through my heart like a dagger would to a rose. I wanted to freeze this moment in a frame so I could go on reliving it and revelling in to the warmth of his hands.

Our unmade bed, our flickering bedside night light and his own personal smell. Its 7 years later and there'd be no way of getting used to this. It still made my heart flutter.

Bright looked mature but his hands are still his hands. Warm enough to melt my doubts away and strong enough to render me weak.

He's always loved the sight of leaving marks on me and soon enough my chest and my inner thighs would be covered in crimson and purple marks but its just the way he would make love to me.

Knowing I could go out carrying these marks on my body he planted on me gave me this inherent sense of liberation. That behind closed doors I'd let him do these things to me. That I was his for the taking.

Staring at him laying on my chest asleep and snoring lightly, my heart erupted in a series of somersaults. I'm still as in love with him as the very first day.