Just Like Heaven

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I must confess how embarrassed I am. Although I like this piece, it wasn't at all what I had in mind when writing it. As a matter of fact, it was quite different. But emotions written down always fade and swirl and change. Meg, Meg, Meg, don't kill me. I shall write something better soon. But still, this is for you.

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They clashed so gravely against glossy green of nature. The sky above them dipped with the clarity of blue and the ground respired with fresh green. And in this, two bodies mingled together... black and white stumbled, crawled, clawed at each other. Firey locks spilled into gushes of blood over white clothing and lavender complemented the ebony in those times that confused them both, when they didn't clasp their hands over their beating organs in a cautious control. Everything was silent, everything was surreal and everything was ignorant against the violence of their beating hearts, rapid breaths and sweat. To this nature so unnatural, the bodies of two lost boys, forgotten by the rest of humanity. No one kept track of time and no one recorder what had been and what was to come.

"I love you."

Wide grey eyes, unable to analyse the message at hand, narrowing into aquamarine. Pause. Blue through silver shone brighter than any emotion and both of them were plunged into a vortex of confusion. Frozen in time. Feeling helpless. So lost. So... lost...

Dark loomed over light and struck. In unsupressed ager, blue and black and violet leaving traces of power, of ownership, of non-understanding, of refusal to understand, of refusal to accept. Soothed by lips and searching fingers and saliva, in a mute apology. Every single touch burned undeniably. To this nature so unnatural. Sewed lips could mutter no further but sky orbs diverted to the side, gleaming stronger than before. Arms came to gather the boy in his arms, pressing red and blue and white against a hard chest, in which a caged bird screeched violently. He could only hear their breathing together. And the pauses between their heartbeats. Between each beat there was a silence, between each vibration there was a death. A tear scarred his face. Another. His fingers pressed further into the back of the boy in his arms, in hopes of suppressing the trembling. His face was dirtied with salt and water and darkness, but he knew the other wouldn't see, curled in a mass of scarlet against his body.

They were losing their minds. Every day, another piece of their sanity was shattered. They, so pathetic as they stood there in an empty embrace, devoid of all meaning. Just another soft weight. They, trying so hard to pretend that they could feel... why, they were even fooling themselves. Somnambuls chocking on their delusions. They were feeling. They could feel. Were paper dolls allowed to feel? Cracks appeared under them and suddenly, autumn breathed over the green of the grass and blue of the sky, draining them into their true greyish yellow. Everything fell apart...

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A hand came to rest against Yuuri's cheek, lifting his gaze up to sink into dusty grey. A soft caress, a whisper.

It was a lie.

Dead hearts cannot love.