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My Eternal Daydream: Part Five

Armory! We have reached the half way mark and I am happy to share with you part five of My Eternal Daydream. As a young boy, this story was something that I wrote over a few days, I locked myself up in my room and stayed up night after night and once I was done I knew; I was meant to be a writer. Again, I am so glad to be sharing this with you, and I can’t wait to show you more next year, enjoy this fifth part, the sixth part will be up later this week.

Part Five: The Harsh Reality

“You must go,” he said in a scared, hurried voice. He got up and beckoned me to the back gate.

Disorientated and groggy from the lack of sleep I replied, “What’s wrong?”

He motioned toward the top window and his father was looking down at us with a wild, angry menacing stare. “You must leave before he hurts you,” he said now griping onto my jumper and softly pushing me towards the gate. We both ran to the back entrance and from there I stopped and turned to him.

“Will I ever see you again?” I asked, my eyes swimming in tears.

“Yes,” he said certain, “I shall be at school.”

I wanted to say more, but the words did not arise. We stood there for a second, gazing into the pool of each others eyes and then I ran off into the blazing, fiery morning sun.

*

In Latin I waited with much anticipation for Axel to arrive at school, and when he finally did; there was something different in his eyes. They were a bluish grey, a sad, depressed look as if the life had been sucked out of him. He sat next me but did not utter a word.

“Axel-” I pleaded.

“Xavier,” he whispered, a plea mingled in his voice, “We can’t and we must not speak. What we did was wrong and it cannot happen once more,” he said, he voice seeming as if he did not even believe what he was saying.

“You don’t mean what you speak,” I said, “It’s your father talking.”

From under the table I took his cold hand and squeezed it, he held on tight as if he wanted this then pulled away.

“You must listen to me,” he said, his eyes glazed from fresh tears, “I want you, I am falling for you, but I can’t. My father will disown me if I continue this affair with you. Please don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Something inside of me died, it was as if someone had just placed a gloved hand around my mouth and nose and told me to breathe. I was suffocating. We did not speak for the rest of the day.

*

That night I failed at my attempts to slumber off into a dreamless sleep. My eyes were ablaze with scorching tears as I tried my hardest to nod off. It was ending, this dream, this fantasy that I had shared with him was no more. Some where inside my chest was ripping, tearing? My whole body was numb.

Suddenly there was a knock at my window, and peeling of the sheets I ran and tossed away the curtain and opened the window.

He jumped into my arms and curled his legs around mine and slowly set me onto the floor. He cradled my head in my hands and kissed me hard. There was a passion, needing want in his kiss as tears ran down his cheeks, fell onto my eyes and charred my lips. He moaned as he held me tense, pinning me down and holding on as if I were to leave him at any second. I explored the nape of his neck and ran my hand up the back of his shirt, he pulled me up and I sat on his lap at the bay of my bed, his arms around me, kissing my cheek.

“Why are you here?” I asked him, putting a hand to his hungry lips.

“I waited until father had fallen into sleep and then jumped out of the window and ventured to find you. I am sorry,” his said kissing the base of my neck, “I did not mean what I said,” he insisted, running his tongue along my collar, “I want you so much,” he said pressing his lips along my chin, “To be with you.” He sighed and put his head into mine. “But father won’t allow it, he warned if I continued this he’d disown me… I hate it!” he jumped up and paced the room, “Why?! Why must our love be so hard?”

He stared into my eyes and I stared into his. He took me by the hand and led me to the window, outside the clouds were stirring; warning us that a wild storm approaching.

“Let’s steal into the night,” he said, and taking me by the arm he led me off into the dark illumination that was a brooding sky.

4 thoughts on “My Eternal Daydream: Part Five

  1. I think it’s quite brilliant how this is written. It feels just like a dream. Fast paced, and with the haunting feeling that you don’t quite know how you got here. Well done!

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