Memories

Just that you're aware while reading, English is not my first language, so I'm really sorry if my writing style sounds pretty boring, I swear it's not that bad TwT oh and btw cause this was for school there aren't any names (cause we weren't allowed to use names )

It's cold, gloomy, empty.
The blank Walls seem threatening and the city seems like it's going to devour someone if they aren't careful enough.

But at home was hope waiting for the dark haired boy.
At home it would smell like the blond haired boy again.
The smell that made him so happy, the smell of safety.

Safety..

When was the last time he felt genuinely save?

When he looked into the emerald green eyes of the blonde boy?
Or when the blonde boy pressed the older one again his chest?

No, all this gave him a feeling of safety, but the last time that he felt completely save was the day they stood in a field and watched the sunset.
The field was framed with trees, which casted long shadows across it.

The cold wind had messed up their hair and made the dark haired freeze a bit.

It had been the day the green eyed boy gave him his shirt.
The shirt, which still had his smell on it, even after two years.
The shirt, which he kept save like a treasure

It was the only thing he had left of the blonde boy.
Sure there also were photos, but he still couldn't look at them.
It was still too early.

Almost all these photos were taken on the day he felt completely save for the last time.
The day the dark haired boy saw the blonde boy laughing like he never had before.
A laughing that, even if he wanted to, he could never forget.

Everytime he laughed like this is eyes began to shine as if they were real emeralds.
But now he would never see this shining again.
The smell would also fade away at some point, but no one could take his memory.

The memory of his soulmate who had died way too soon.
The memory of the one person he never hoped to find, then did, and was taken away again way too quick

But as he said in his last letter to the younger boy, his soul would always be with him.

He knew that one day they would meet again.
He just knew it.
Even if it would take years.

Heyyy I really hope y'all enjoyed this, cause I kinda liked it (but like I said english is not my first language) anyways have a lovely day/night and keep on crying over banana fish *hands over a tissue* ^^