Post by Dylan Caoimhe on Jul 23, 2010 0:29:09 GMT
Nothing could be better, and he knew it. Sure, he could sit here and think and contemplate his deepest desires and wishes, but the simple fact of the matter was that he was one of his deepest desires and wishes....and he had him; right here, right now, and nothing could be better......
He didn't want it to end. He wanted the two of them to just lay there in the cool grass on their backs, and look up at the warm, color strewn sky forever. Everything was, and had been so perfect since his N.E.W.T.'s were over. They had gotten to spend so much time together; time that he desperately wanted all throughout the school year and could never get because the two of them had been so busy. The thought made Dylan smile and appreciate the present moment even more, and he swiftly took August's hand in his own and held it. He lightly ran his thumb across the back of it, like he always did whenever their hands were intertwined. He loved how soft it was, and how the skin would twitch along the lines he drew with his thumb. He turned his head and looked at him as he gazed at the sky, and he looked equally blissful. His blue eyes almost looked lavender in the orangish-pink glow of the sunset. He was lucky, and he knew it. However, he could barely smile, or really even truly enjoy where he was and who he was with though it meant the world to him.
Dylan hadn't told August anything about what had been going on with him for the past year and a half, and he hated himself for it. He knew he would have to let him know sooner or later, but he just never saw the right moment to do so; he never even looked. Guilt started to fill his stomach, and he turned away from his face and looked back up at the sky. If it were one thing Dylan hated about himself, it was the fact that he had a sensitive conscience. Often times he supposed it was a good thing, but it was killing him. He felt....bad, for lack of a better word, ashamed even. And he knew it wouldn't go away until he did what he knew he needed to do. Any other time, he would find the courage that he needed, so why did it feel like his courage was hiding from him? What was his problem? Why couldn't he do what he could normally do almost effortlessly? He sighed and dead stared at a gold cloud that seemed to be in the shape of a horse. He watched it slowly drift across the sky with the rest of the clouds, and he gripped August's hand a little tighter.....
He didn't want it to end. He wanted the two of them to just lay there in the cool grass on their backs, and look up at the warm, color strewn sky forever. Everything was, and had been so perfect since his N.E.W.T.'s were over. They had gotten to spend so much time together; time that he desperately wanted all throughout the school year and could never get because the two of them had been so busy. The thought made Dylan smile and appreciate the present moment even more, and he swiftly took August's hand in his own and held it. He lightly ran his thumb across the back of it, like he always did whenever their hands were intertwined. He loved how soft it was, and how the skin would twitch along the lines he drew with his thumb. He turned his head and looked at him as he gazed at the sky, and he looked equally blissful. His blue eyes almost looked lavender in the orangish-pink glow of the sunset. He was lucky, and he knew it. However, he could barely smile, or really even truly enjoy where he was and who he was with though it meant the world to him.
Dylan hadn't told August anything about what had been going on with him for the past year and a half, and he hated himself for it. He knew he would have to let him know sooner or later, but he just never saw the right moment to do so; he never even looked. Guilt started to fill his stomach, and he turned away from his face and looked back up at the sky. If it were one thing Dylan hated about himself, it was the fact that he had a sensitive conscience. Often times he supposed it was a good thing, but it was killing him. He felt....bad, for lack of a better word, ashamed even. And he knew it wouldn't go away until he did what he knew he needed to do. Any other time, he would find the courage that he needed, so why did it feel like his courage was hiding from him? What was his problem? Why couldn't he do what he could normally do almost effortlessly? He sighed and dead stared at a gold cloud that seemed to be in the shape of a horse. He watched it slowly drift across the sky with the rest of the clouds, and he gripped August's hand a little tighter.....
