vii • seven
"or does the
feeling haunt
you?"
・゜・。。・゜
the only thing that kept him sane was the night sky. staring into the royal blue abyss reminded him of the flame that used to ignite inside him, that incinerated his heart and sparked pure, unadulterated bliss. the glowing moon flashed its darker craters and it's minuscule imperfections. it was the shape of a crescent; the same shape that outlined his lover's eyes when a euphoric smile tugged at his thin lips, and his cheeks rose up, a salmon pink dusted across the skin. he yearned to see that smile once again, even if it wasn't for him, and was kept in possession by somebody else.
he dreaded the thought of loving anyone ever again. the feeling haunted him with the absence of his previous lover. love was not to be experienced outside of the world in which he found himself dancing around, the world in which he felt so exhilarated he could burst into a million shards of glass. he couldn't imagine himself living in such a world ever again, not without the boy with whom he was in love.
maybe one day, the stars would let him know when to love again.
