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“You know you keep on bringin out the best in me
And I need you now even more than the air I breath
You can make me laugh when I wanna cry
This will last forever I just know, I know ”
Sitting outside in the cold, staring at the colorful fishes swimming in the little koi pond, Colson attempts to clear his mind. Today’s been a busy day, in fact this whole year has felt like a strong tornado. Too many contracts, so many interviews, unavoidable responsibilities, such things are slowly but surely taking a toll on his mind, body and soul. It’s tiring, exhausting but he knows, he has to keep on pushing further. He knows there’s no rest and that’s exactly what he’s signed for. Fame has a price, but it seems there’s no end of this payment.
These days, he just wishes he could steal a little moment, just for himself. A few seconds to fill his lungs with fresh air, maybe a minute to actually admire the twinkling stars rarely visible in the city skies.
Watching those colorful fishes swimming so freely suddenly makes him wonder, when will he’d get the chance to be finally free? Doing hardcore drugs, partying, throwing caution to the wind, living a reckless life could only give so much happiness before reality rears its ugly head and slams one back to the cruel world.
A bitter smile appears on his face, he shakes his head slowly. How tragic it is truly to see drugs and casual reliefs being accessible so freely in this world but not real human emotions. It’s a glass house in which he resides, an artificial world of his own making.
Except…now.
That old glass house is steadily changing, he can feel it, and if luck favors, one day maybe sooner than he expects, it will be finally his home. Devoid of all the remaining shards and unwanted memories. Truly free. The road to recovery is his current mission and in that mission love is his unlimited fuel.
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Marshall keeps on watching him from inside. The inside of the house is warm but the view of Colson sitting outside in the cold, alone at night, makes his entire body shiver involuntarily. Through the mansion’s glass window the view is a little distorted but that doesn’t matter. He knows his boy and right now, he can’t let Colson get lost in his own thoughts.
He knows the struggle. He’s lived it but one can’t fault Em for loving him a bit too much. He’s committed to that mission. All he wants to do now is, to make it official.
Em slowly open the door, not really bothering to be extra quiet because he knows Colson will know, its him. Somehow, he’s got this uncanny ability to just know when it’s him. As, Marshall slowly approaches, he decides to maintain a small distance and yet stands closer to where’s his sweetheart is siting, lost in that beautiful head of his, filled to the brim with brilliant ideas, wild thoughts and some unwanted uncertainty.
The days of feeling low and lonely are long over. Everyday is their day but tonight, Marshall plans to make it the happiest. Though his original plan was reserved for December 31st, midnight to be exact but it seems his heart has made the decision. More than that, he doesn’t want to make his boy wait on any longer.
However, he tries to reserve the sappiness for later. He just hopes Colson is ready for this one because he sure as hell is. But before all of that takes place, he plans to annoy the wild boy a little at first.
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After making several poor jokes and doing some light teasing when his boy still doesn't even bother to look up at Em properly, Marshall decides it’s time.
As Colson contemplates on whether he should just go back inside or just keep on ignoring his stupidly annoying lover; Marshall, without wasting a second gets down on one knee and holds out his two palms, folded, towards his sweet, invincible princess.
Marshall has prepared well. He’s quite proud of himself. The small, content smile hidden by the hoodie is the proof of that. Now it's time to make this blond boy smile.
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In both hands, there’s a ring.
Whichever hand Colson chooses at the moment, in the end, both those rings are his… just like Marshall’s heart.