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Silence was speaking louder than anyone in that quiet house, everything was very clean, just as if someone had it all tidy for when the visits would come. Even though outside, words burst into fight constantly and the sound of steps walked around in the dark streets looking for a suitable destiny waiting around the corner. But it didn’t seem to matter that much. Jonny sat down on the edge of his bed and looked over his shoulder. Thom was sleeping by his side, his chest moved with his soft breathing, his eyes were shut. Jonny smiled at himself without even noticing it and looked at Thom’s face, that was the face he saw when he was helplessly crying. Then looked at Thom’s arms, and those were the arms that once held him when he was about to fall, those were the arms that had kept him safe at home. Jonny looked at Thom’s lips and those were the lips that kissed him every morning, day after day. - What would happen to me if you weren’t here? – murmured Jonny to himself. There was no answer, Thom was still immersed in his sleep. - I need you around…otherwise I’ll forget all the days we spent together....and i don't want that to happen. – continued Jonny starting to feel overwhelmed by his own feelings – I need you with me…or I’ll end up forgetting the first time we laid down on this bed and you smiled at me. Thom still looked indifferent, resting his head on Jonny’s pillow, without opening his blue eyes not even once. - I don’t fear the word forever no more…now that you’re with me. – said Jonny caressing Thom’s cheeks gently, without waking him up – And you can’t leave, or I’ll forget the way you taste. It was getting stronger than him, and Jonny finally kissed Thom’s gentle lips. - And this is why you can’t go… - said Jonny in a whisper. Thom had a tear rolling down his cheek and whipped it with the back of his hand quickly. He had been listening all this time. - Of course I can’t leave you…I’m not that crazy. – promised Thom. They hugged, holding each other, looking after each other, sharing life together, every day. And not a second would pass by, when they’d forget it. They had just realised moments didn’t need words. They had just realised that the important thing was that a hand always needed to hold another hand and that would forever be enough. And every kiss would forever be a memory. |