Fate's Cursed Truth [Discontinued]

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Allan and Noah sat down on the soft, warm sand, their eyes fixated on the mesmerizing hues of the setting sun. The warm breeze caressed their skin, creating a tense atmosphere between them.

Noah, feeling a rush of courage, slowly inched his finger closer to Allan's hand, caressing it gently. Making Allan's ears turn a slight tint of bright red.

Noah: "You know, Allan, I think maybe...-"

All of the sudden, without thinking of the outcome, Noah retracted his hand away from Allan's in fear of his past.

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He had confessed his love to his best friend who was also male when he was younger. Just as he thought his best friend actually returned his feelings, he got played.

He had been made fun of for being queer. His best friend had backstabbed him-no, betrayed him.

All the trust, their memories, their relationship felt fake. It all felt like a set up. A set up just to humiliate him.

For months he had been bullied verbally and mentally, and sometimes physically by his classmates and ex-friends for something so stupid.

He swore to himself that none of that would ever happen again. But he couldn't fight his own feelings.. so in the end, he just became closeted. In fear of being hurt like that ever again.

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Allan noticed Noah's sudden action, and a look of confusion washed over his face. He turned his head to the latter.

Allan: "Are you okay?"

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Noah: "Hmm? Oh, yeah. I just thought your hand was a crab, sorry."

One of Allan's eyes quinted and he raised an eyebrow, his lips slightly parted, but he couldn't help but chuckle at Noah's unexpected response.

Allan: "My hand... a crab? That's a new one."

Noah froze, realizing how dumb his excuse sounded.

Noah: "Shut up, punk. I know it sounds ridiculous, I guess I just... got startled for a moment."

Allan had a playful expression, he put his hand on his cheek and joked around to cheer up the mood.

Allan: "Startled by a crab hand, huh? Well, I promise you, my hand is completely crab-free."

Noah: "I'm glad to hear that. The last thing we need right now is a crustacean invasion."

They both shared a laugh, the tension kinda easing between them.

Allan: 'This guy is an idiot but somehow smart... What even is a crustacean invasion?'

Noah's heart skipped a beat as he realized how comfortable he felt in Allan's presence, even in moments of awkwardness.

Noah: "You punk, stop laughing." He said as he giggled in between those words.

Allan: "You like calling me punk, huh?"

Noah: "It's getting dark, let's rest for today and start working on our survival plan for tomorrow."

Allan nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief that the conversation had shifted away from the momentary tension.

Allan: "Sounds like a plan. We should find a safe spot to set up camp for the night."

They gathered their belongings and began searching for a suitable spot to rest. As they settled down, Noah couldn't help but steal glances at Allan, his mind still bugging him with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

Noah: "Hey, Allan..."

Allan turned towards Noah, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Allan: "Yeah?"

Noah hesitated for a moment, the words on the tip of his tongue.

Noah: "I just wanted to say... I'm really glad I have you here with me. This whole situation would be so much harder if I were alone."

Allan's expression softened, touched by Noah's sincerity.

Allan: "I feel the same way, we'll find a way to survive and make it back home."

Noah smiled, a warmth spreading through his chest.

Noah: "Thank you, Allan. I don't know what I would do without you."

Their gazes locked, and in that moment, amidst the challenges of their situation, a bond began to form-one that held the promise of trust, support, and perhaps something more.

They lie down in a poorly made leaf bed. Exhausted from the day's challenges, Noah falls asleep a few inches beside Allan, facing the opposite direction. And soon, Allan too falls into a deep slumber.