For the Diversity Competition (poetry) and for Gamma's OTP Boot Camp (Prompt 9 - whisper).

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Underneath

the summer

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– sun –

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you are. f r e e

(for once).

Free to just be.

Just be together

(without the whispers)

(without the stares).

Not that

O.o (stares) O.o

have ever s.t.o.p.p.e.d. you.

But, well, you can't deny that whispers *h*u*r*t*.

But

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underneath

the sun's –rays–

you don't have to deal with anyoneelse.

It's justyoutwo

together

(no judgement)

(no disapproval)

(for once).

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

A gentle breeze ruffles ~strands~ of your sandy hair

not already /pinned/ between headandchest

(because you don't /s/e/p/a/r/a/t/e/ from him)

(not in summer)

(Why would you?)

You can feel every [in]take of a i r

as he breathes

because your head moves with his chest

(always as one).

You can feel the {{{warmth}}} of the

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– sun –

/ | \

on your skin.

You can feel his fingertips tracing

OcirclesO

on your arm.

And then.

a whisper:

Why?

And you understand more than he says.

Because, really, he means

Whydothingshavetochange?

And you don't know.