"Hey. Just because I’m saying it doesn’t mean I expect you to say it back, Blue. I know how you feel about this stuff, but I had to tell you because it’s overflowing out of me even more after everything that’s happened lately… I’ve seen your true character more clearly than ever before. Your soul is capable of incredible depths of mercy, even toward people who don’t deserve it." I gently brush my fingers along his cheek.
"Every single day I discover something else about you that makes me love you even more… and there are even days when I start believing Fate didn’t make a mistake by pairing us together. Maybe it wanted me to spend every day amazed, so it gave me the one person capable of making me feel that way so effortlessly, no playing, no showing off, just by being himself, unapologetically."
As I say it, I kiss his forehead and cheeks softly.
"All you have to do is be true to yourself, and my amazement with you appears on its own."
Blue smiles, a melancholy little smile tinged with sadness.
"You know… I always thought love confessions were cheesy. But you’re proving to me they’re actually kinda… awesome."
I chuckle. "Maybe they are a little cheesy, but that’s part of the charm. Life has too much seriousness and not nearly enough cheesy stuff. But alright. We talked and… now it’s time to enjoy the heat." I grin at him mischievously. "There’ll be plenty of occasions for more confessions later."
And so we return to our desperate, passionate sex.
I sink into him, lose myself in him. We make love for hours, united by the same overwhelming heat-rut energy, and somewhere in the middle of it something extraordinary begins to happen.
Slowly, almost with every rocking, heated thrust, more and more of Blue opens up to me.
It feels as though I’m being pulled deeper inside him, both physically and mentally.
And then I see it.
Similar to a vision.
Blue’s opening his fortress to me!
I step inside it, and the sensation is so vivid it almost feels real, as if we’ve entered some strange telepathic space between us.
And inside, there’s him.
Standing there alone is a fragile sixteen-year-old boy, slightly frightened, staring at me with huge, sensitive eyes.
He has long hair with dyed streaks in it, black eyeliner smeared by tears, dangling earrings, and fingers covered in silver rings.
He’s trembling faintly, as though pain itself is running through him.
There’s longing in his eyes, longing for the exact same thing I’ve always longed for myself.
This version of Blue… wants love.
Hewantsme to love him.
He wants so much love that one day he might finally dare to give it himself.
But for now, he wants me to take his hand and lead him toward it. So I stop in front of him and hold out mine.
Slowly, cautiously, he slips his hand into it.
I bend down and press a kiss to it.
"I’ll give it to you. Every day, Blue. Every single day. I promise."
Slowly, he nods.
Still wary. Still uncertain.
But he gives mepermissionto offer it to him.
