This is relatively short piece of original slash. Still not quite finished, but I'm getting there. I'm actually pretty proud of this one, but I'm always looking forward to constructive criticism.
Warning: This is slash, so there's a mxm relationship. If it's not for you, it would be better for all of us if you'd just walk away. This will have mature content in it, but not yet in the first chapter.
This is all mine, but if you wish to use it, just ask me. I doubt I'll say no ^_^
From me to you: Perfect Memories, Broken Dreams
I can feel your weight on me as you sleep wrapped around me. Your arm is on my waist holding me close and your head is on my chest. I can feel the heat you're radiating.
It's dark. I have no idea what time it is. I've lost the track of time a long time ago. I can't see much in the dark room, but that doesn't matter. There's something here that is more important than any sight could ever be; the sounds of your breath and heartbeat. I'm so happy that you're safe and sound and evidently alive. But, at the same time, I can hear my own heartbeat.
Curse that persistent heart! It makes me feel so guilty; I don't deserve to be alive. Above all, you don't deserve it, either.
I love you so much and I'd never want to hurt you. It kills me to know that I bring you only pain every day as long as I live.
I remember the day we first met. How could I ever forget? Your light brown hair was being played by the wind and your hazel eyes were shining with delight. You were short and clumsy and you wore too big clothes.
You were so not my type!
Isn’t it crazy that people have all these expectations about their partners just so that they can throw them to garbage when the time comes?
Not even now I know what made me take such a great interest in you.
It was the first warm day of spring. Nature was starting to bloom and birds were singing. Not that I noticed, though; I was in that park for a whole other reason.
Gabriella McIntosh, yes, that was her name. She was the most beautiful girl in college, every one of the guys wanted to be with her, and she was my target that day.
“There she is!” Mark shouts out pointing somewhere behind me. I turn around and, indeed, see the naturally reddish, curly hair, thin figure and heart-shaped face. She’s wearing a white dress with red flowers which is revealing her long legs. I smirk; this is my opportunity.
I start walking towards her confidently running my fingers through my thick hair. I look good, and I know it. I’m the captain of our tennis team, and the T-shirt and shorts I’m wearing leave no doubt how fit I am. In addition I have dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that melt every girl’s heart.
Gabriella has no chance.
To get to her I have to walk across a lawn. When I am about midway something crashes into me, hard, bringing me down with a thud.
“What-a –“I let out.
‘Whose sorry ass caused this?!’ I curse in my mind as I try to entangle myself from my assaulter.
“I’m sorry, please wait… No, stop! My hair is tangled in your necklace”, I hear him mumble but all I can see is a bundle of light brown hair.
I’m extremely annoyed but I realize that I have no choice in the matter so I give up struggling and just lie still. Suddenly I notice the stranger’s heartbeat on my chest and my anger starts to subside.
“Got it!” the stranger cries out and rises up taking the heartbeat with him and reminding me that I was angry. I sit up, too, preparing myself for giving a lecture.
“Look, I don’t know who you are, but if there’s a one stain…” I trail off when my eyes meet up with hazel eyes of which gaze is the warmest one I’ve ever seen.
“I’m terribly sorry about this; I didn’t look at all where I was running. I hope you’re not hurt”, he says with a voice that is like honey to my ears. He checks me out with a genuinely worried gaze. My anger is long forgotten.
“I’m okay”, I assure him. I get up and help him stand, too, but I don’t let go of his hand. I am afraid he will vanish as fast as he appeared if I let go.
“Okay”, he smiles obviously relieved. He takes a glance at our joined hands, but instead of demanding a release he introduces himself.
“I’m Theo, by the way.”
I nod, and after a while I manage to blurt out: “Ryan.”
“Nice to meet you, Ryan”, he flashes a bright smile that makes my heart flutter.
I didn’t know what it was, and I don’t think you knew either, but after that day I never took a glance at Gabriella, or another girl for that matter. It was only you, or no one else.