This was his fault somehow. Maybe it was the fact that this whole thing had started with a lie. A text sent to the wrong number and then a small fib so he could get Michael out here. And then things happened like they always happened: Michael showed up and he felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. Like the air was too thick for him to breathe.
But it was more than that. He knew more about Michael than he’d known before. And really, that hadn’t changed any of his feelings. Not the elation, not the terror. Nothing except for this feeling that he’d somehow messed things up and even that was a familiar feeling.
His kiss was a desperate, silent plea. What can I do? What could he do to fix what seemed to be broken between them? What he’d broken today or a month ago or ten years ago. Maybe it was all just a single line of broken hearts and broken promises. He just didn’t know how he could fix it. He didn’t know what Michael wanted from him and even here, where he and Michael could usually read each other in all the ways they couldn’t when they were just talking,
But now Michael was like some book written in a foreign language he couldn’t understand and he was trying to fumble his way through the pages. Was Michael waiting on him to do something? What?
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Date: 2019-07-18 01:21 am (UTC)But it was more than that. He knew more about Michael than he’d known before. And really, that hadn’t changed any of his feelings. Not the elation, not the terror. Nothing except for this feeling that he’d somehow messed things up and even that was a familiar feeling.
His kiss was a desperate, silent plea. What can I do? What could he do to fix what seemed to be broken between them? What he’d broken today or a month ago or ten years ago. Maybe it was all just a single line of broken hearts and broken promises. He just didn’t know how he could fix it. He didn’t know what Michael wanted from him and even here, where he and Michael could usually read each other in all the ways they couldn’t when they were just talking,
But now Michael was like some book written in a foreign language he couldn’t understand and he was trying to fumble his way through the pages. Was Michael waiting on him to do something? What?