[ a promise. to be loved. he's loved. somehow, somehow, despite it all, he's found it. the love he wanted for so long. that he was denied so brutally that it felt like a myth. a joke. and he was the punchline, every time.
he's shied away from promises. even though he's gotten better, he's never truly asked for them. he doesn't want to use them as bonds or platitudes. after all, who is more cognizant of choice than dolph laserhawk?
he shakes his head for a moment before tucking it against jean, slipping his arms around him. ]
No.
[ not bones. as romantic as it is. as meaningful as it can be. all he can think is alex, a hole in his chest, that last lingering smile and — no. ]
I rather that . . . even if you forget everything else about me, that you remember the love.
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he's shied away from promises. even though he's gotten better, he's never truly asked for them. he doesn't want to use them as bonds or platitudes. after all, who is more cognizant of choice than dolph laserhawk?
he shakes his head for a moment before tucking it against jean, slipping his arms around him. ]
No.
[ not bones. as romantic as it is. as meaningful as it can be. all he can think is alex, a hole in his chest, that last lingering smile and — no. ]
I rather that . . . even if you forget everything else about me, that you remember the love.