"What about a date?"
"No, Hylem."
"You already said that thing, you keep saying no."
"Cause, we both know that this, this," Pointing his finger in the space between them, "is wrong. In a lot of ways."
"It's very right, trust me."
Rejections as it's finest.
"Okay, now, I had a meeting at- What are you doing ?"
"Sitting? Hacov, are you suddenly blind or,"
"Seriously? With your shirt buttons open?"
Hylem Aach, a rich guy, whom have no any problem in life. Money, needs, woman- name everything, his life were perfect for every body. He is the only son of the wealthy partner on Durham, Romano and Guineriel.
Raising him with a discipline and good attitude, it seems a perfect life that any one wanted.
Hacov Abreham, a way wealthier business man, a CEO of the strong enterprise in United States. He's been the number one competitor in the century. He have his own life as well, he started on a low, but he is now a great interpreneur.
Their situation is like a chaos between water and fire. Both were different regardless on their gender, they have different lives.
What will might happen then once this cycle will change because of a prophecy?
Both of them were clueless as to why they are chosen.
Completely opposite for each other, but the faith decided to play the strings and attached their destiny. Who would have thought that from being straight all your life, the anonymous someone from your past appears and told you that your soulmate was the least you expect ?
No one were expecting this will happened, but the prophecy was ruling their faith.
Are they going to accept the sacred prophecy or will face the curse that was bigger problem than being bent like a ruler when you thought you're straight as a pole ?
Rejections, chaos, pain.
Surviving this mess is a bit hard.
The room was pitch black but I could still see his handsome face.
And even if I were put in a crowd and blindfolded, I would still be able to find him.
His musky scent wafted across the bed to my nose. My favorite scent in the world. His eyes were on my face and I stared back. It felt like we were communicating with our eyes. Mine was saying "why won't you love me back?" and I was sure that his was saying "why is this dork staring at me?". At the sad thought I closed my eyes and took solace in the silence in the room, calming my raging emotions and fighting the threatening tears. I was half successful when I heard his deep voice. My eyes fluttered open at once as if they had been waiting for him to speak.
"I'm sorry for what I said about you earlier"
"It's fine" I managed to croak
"I was scared and confused but not anymore"
I did not understand what he meant. I looked at his face at the other side of the bed trying to decipher what he was trying to say but his face was blank.
"Goodnight Marco" he said and closed his eyes.
I lay in the same position, looking at the now sleeping figure. I was confused and curious.
What do you mean by not anymore? I asked in my mind as if he could somehow hear me.
But he couldn't. And I wasn't brave enough to ask.
Afraid that my heart would be shattered again by the same person I had fallen madly in love with. The only person my soul longed for.
The only person my body lusted for.
I lay in that position, watching him sleep till my eyes gave up and closed on their own.
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