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Dinner went well. Although there was some commotion and ended with a long story about the journey of the two main guests, almost all the present felt that there was fresh air passing through their congested lungs.
Almost, not counting the two people who slowly separated themselves from the crowd.
Two people with almost the same figure walked slowly down the deserted hallway, usually, there would be crowded with piled-up work. Now, there were only the two of them, accompanied by a suffocating silence that one of them hated the most.
No one made a sound. They remained silent and continued to defend it like they were playing a 'who was silent the longest' race. What a shame, only so sarcastically they restrained themselves.
The exit was almost in sight, and at that moment the silence was broken slightly with a grasp of the hand of one of them. What was reached was silent, didn't turn around and kept his head down. He bit his lip hard, reminding himself not to cross the 'boundary'.
The boundaries he built were painstakingly difficult. The limits were silently agreed upon by both of them.
"Want to go for a walk?" What kind of stupid question is asked when the moon has occupied its throne.
"Sounds nice. There's a park with a big lake nearby. We can go there," and an equally stupid answer sounded in agreement.
Both feet are now stomping together. No more sound was spoken. Each is silent with a 'boundary' created.
Sure enough, the park was plastered even though it was only a ten-minute walk. A green expanse of land with many towering trees, they continued to walk behind him, finding the said lake.
The moonlight shone on him until his reflection felt so holy. The lake water at that time was calm, not disturbed by the sound of crickets around him. A few fireflies also accompany the scene, as do the finishing strokes needed to complete a masterpiece painting.
John didn't care if his pants got dirty. He sat and even lay looking up at the night sky. His hands were crossed, resting his head. On the other hand, Louis just stared in silence, although he also sat up, not sleeping.
They should have been talking, spitting out stories stifled in the fun of the day, swapping jokes and laughing at them. Everything just should be because all they do is just silence without a word. The sight that is presented is a waste when juxtaposed with their silence.
It was a long time ago. Both of them enjoyed while their heart-wrenching pain. Two hands that are only an inch apart feel so heavy to move and grip each other.
The prohibition they made because of fate was cruel. Separating two people with the same soul. The common thread that remembers them is too tangled to be reluctant to return straight.
Hey, they're humans who still have hearts. All of that was cruelly removed and left a trace of grief and pain that neither of them could complain about.
"It's a beautiful moon, isn't it?"
Louis gave a low chuckle, "to me 'he' only brings endless sadness."
"Really? No wonder there are no stars to accompany him," a bitter smile slowly appeared.
"That's right, 'he' chose to hide so that the stars would come out and accompany him."
"What if you don't hide?"
There was silence over them. This time the pomegranate bead looked at him, "he feels that he has failed all the stars. Therefore, he keeps quiet and keeps to himself."
"I'm so sorry," the sentence was not shown to the other person, but to himself who was a coward and only became a 'bystander'.
They're so stupid. The conscience that smiled too much finally got its karma.
A story of their misery. They love each other and are bound by destiny, but they stubbornly reject it due to morals and feelings of displeasure for their friends and family. Ha! See what happens now. The sky was difficult to shed tears on them.
The pain they feel every night because of longing, their cold bodies because they don't get love, and the prayers they pray for their partners to be happy are just sentences, like beggars begging for stones.
John and Louis were a destiny couple, but they rejected him for the dumbest of reasons. I want to be happy around them. And look now, all around them are happy, but the happiness is not shared between them in the slightest.
Should they be happy about being a shadow hero? Not! Certainly not! And once again they were silent.
"I'm going to do interviews and fans meetings. Incidentally, Sherlock will come this time, as well as—"
There's no way Louis didn't know what happened next. A public figure who has become known to the public, Louis is only a shadow of all who lived in John's dream.
"I wish you all the best for your career, doctor. I, may be busy with Big Brother's return. We have a lot to take care of after three years apart."
Again silence became their favorite activity. Looking at the black sky with the moon as its prima donna looks fun in the most sarcastic sense.
"Want to go for a walk?" Take John without looking to the side. Louis thought for a moment before nodding slowly to agree to his invitation.
***
The streets are foggy and very quiet. It was the middle of the night, only fools would want to pass the time without curling up in their warm blankets.
Those two were stupid, though at least they weren't drowning in alcohol at the cheap club nearby. Once, they agree that drunkenness is a pain in the ass, bringing more and more stress to the mind when they want to relieve stress.
Their aimless journey is shrouded in an air of sadness. It's unfortunate that these two humans just kept silent. Can speak but does not use his mouth, the rest of the body is just a display for them.
"When I remember it turns out we've seen too many coincidences," he began.
Louis lifted his head, staring straight at the road, no longer the toes of his shoes. "The first time on the train, the doctor was accused of murder."
"Ahaha, I think it was one of the most unlucky days for me."
"I see," Louis didn't lie if his chest tightened a little hearing that.
"There have also been several times we met on the street, and at the scene of the case," he continued.
"You're right Louis. And every day I always have bad luck."
How long will it take them to reach their destination? "At the funeral too."
"It was a day I never wanted to go through in my life."
Louis stopped walking. He no longer wanted to hide his deepening emptiness. "Does doctor—"
"But I really want in my next life, to feel that again."
John turned, staring into his favorite pomegranate. Hoping to be able to hold him tightly even in his dreams.
"I want to see you again. Be it a thousand years, hundreds of centuries, or tens of universes. To me, you are the center of the solar system in my life, Louis. And always will be."
A gust of wind adds to the dramatic atmosphere. They are not lying to each other here. They were honest and the saying 'the truth hurts more than a lie' proved true among them.
When the two of them turn their heads and don't meet eyes. If they are just silent without greeting each other. If they live as enemies who never forgive.
If they weren't a destiny couple. If they live as ordinary people without ever knowing each other's existence.
If they are not given life.
"Maybe I'm standing beside you now," the hug was no longer just a shadow. Louis could feel it. The arms that had always tightly embraced those around him, were now shaking him tightly.
Tears had refused to fall down their cheeks.
"If fate unites us, then only he can separate us. He continues to bring us together, doesn't he support us? I swear forever only your ring finger is tied to my red thread."
What does Louis need to say? He allowed himself to fall into the seduction of a beautiful butterfly called euphoria.
"You're such a cheat, John."
The euphoria also engulfed John in a fantasy full of thirst for love, and desire to embrace the lover of his soul.
"For you, I did everything, Louis."
***
The two of them finally went home hand in hand. I don't know what is meant by 'going home', but the door to the MI6 headquarters has been seen in front of their eyes. The smile slowly faded, replaced by bitterness that clicked on his tongue.
"Everyone is staying. Your room is next door to Mr. Mycroft's. Get some rest, it's getting close to dawn."
"Then you? Not sleeping anymore, Louis?" John had memorized his habits too well. Strange they are not together. Maybe this is called the partner instinct.
The smile left his lips again. "I sleep or not, nothing will change. Sleeping flowers that should be fragrant now smell very strong to me. Isn't it pointless to move into bed and not use it?"
"Then sleep with me today!"
"What?"
John withdrew his hand, not listening to the voices of protest that came out. The two of them went into Louis' room, locked it, and still wearing their shoes lay on the soft bed. Don't be stupid with dirty, both of them are also too 'dirty' with all their secrets.
"Doctor—"
"Tonight," he whispered, "just tonight please call me John again, Louis."
The man held him close, not wanting to let go even as the heat felt them. The two of them crazily changed their minds.
'My room is always 'cold', the 'warm' that I seek has been beside me. Maybe it's time I gave up for a moment.'
The moon watched the two men. They spent three years with carrion flowers as friends to sleep with. Now it's daffodils and crossandra who come and sing a lullaby. A small wish that came true, and again only quietly.
Soul mates should never be separated. The selfish world itself led them to destruction. Thank goodness they weren't crazy.
All right, maybe a little crazy. But the masks they had put on did their best to cover it up.
John and Louis were much happier tonight was the first and only night they could be together. The last memories they shared will be remembered and made the most beautiful blue album that all humans have ever felt.
There was no further talk until the morning came. They no longer need a word to express their affection.
In the morning they would turn into strangers shaking hands and parting ways. It hurts but no scars will be seen, and forever will be.
One thing is certain, both of them begged,
'When the time comes, when the world does not want us, then meet us in another world, where we can hold each other's hands, and walk towards the end of the road.'