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It was completely dark. The only tiny candle that had been illuminating it had been knocked over by Luchika, its flame disappearing into the cold of the room. The place was trashed, with his art supplies all over the floor as well as some of his plushies. He didn't have the strength to care or put anything into place.
All Luchika could do was cover himself in a huge blanket, sitting alone in a corner with his knees pressed together, both arms around them. He had stayed like this for minutes, maybe even hours. The only times he moved was to bite at his nail or scratch his head.
His head hurt so much, it was pounding nonstop, filled with memories and thoughts that were not what he needed.
He thought he had gotten over it. He thought that he was fine already since he had Currant, but— It was all because he had found that picture, that damn picture. He thought he had already destroyed anything reminiscent of Dahlia, but there was one old picture left that he had found while looking for a sketchbook. Just the sight of it had gotten him in such a pitiful state he felt really ashamed of himself.
His heart belonged to Currant, it really did, so why?
A few tears fell from his eyes and he pressed his face against his knees, trying to repress them. He wanted to see his lover, and another part of him never wanted Currant to see him in such a state. He was a bright, enticing person. Such darkness and ugliness wouldn't suit him at all.
He grabbed his phone and it lit up the corner of the room, Luchika tapping on it until his chat with Currant was on display. There were no new messages, of course. Currant was probably in class or with his friends… there was no reason to text Luchika either.
He missed him so bad, from the bottom of his heart. It was so bad it made his breath hitch as another sob ripped from his throat. He couldn't bring himself to text or call him, and yet he hoped that Currant would notice him right then and now. It was so childish.
''There's no way he'd come… Not here.''
Maybe if it was that night sky, the one from their first meeting… Maybe Currant would take his hand again. But this Luchika was always alone, always left behind trapped in his past like an idiot.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed, making Luchika lift his head and wipe his tears. The soft but persistent buzz could only indicate that someone was calling him at the worst, or perhaps best, time possible.
It couldn't be… The caller was Currant, but Luchika couldn't believe it even as he read the name many times. He hesitatingly replied to the call, waiting for Currant on the other side to initiate the conversation, his heart too confused and pained and hopeful.
''Hellooo! Class just ended and I bought some sweets, so I was thinking of coming over to your apartment, if that sounds good.''
Luchika's eyes sparkled and his lips trembled, more and more tears falling through his cheeks. How was it possible that Currant seemed to always know exactly what he needed? But… the darkness of the room and his position reminded him of how he looked. He had spent so much time biting at his nails or hand, trashing the room.
''No… Not now.'' He let out a faint whisper, barely audible, and clutched his knees tighter.
Just as expected, Currant looked right through it, like he always did. So lovable but so hurting all the same. ''Because you're busy or because you're overthinking?''
Luchika couldn't reply, the only thing that left his mouth next being sobs, and there was nothing else to say. Currant felt his pain wholeheartedly from that alone.
''I'll be on my way.''
The call ended with that, and Luchika was left to wait for his beloved. Would he hold him and make everything alright again? Would he take him away again, so that his heart never remembered anything else and only belonged to him? He smiled to himself, his chest still aching, but he knew that Currant would end that.
It didn't take long before he heard the doorbell. Luchika hadn't bothered to get up until then, because now he was more at ease and he knew that Currant wouldn't mind how things looked. Worrying about that had just been an excuse for not seeking his help.
He finally stood up, discarding the blanket on the floor, and hurried to the door so he could see Currant as soon as possible. The moment their eyes met, Luchika smiled widely, eyes still damp, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. He almost jumped into Currant's arms, hugging him tight, wanting to forget it all.
''Luchika…'' Currant closed the door and soon embraced him back, the two of them slowly sliding to sit on the floor like that. ''I'm here now. Tell me what do you need and I'll give it to you.''
''I want… I want—'' Luchika held onto Currant desperately, his hands grabbing him as he gasped, his pulse beating loudly. He was so overwhelmed but happy, he didn't even know what to say. '' I want you, Currant, you.''
Currant held Luchika's face between his hands, closing the distance between them, his bright blue-ish eye meeting Luchika's purple eyes, matching their intensity. Knowing that this was what Luchika needed, because no one knew him like Currant. ''You always have me. Always.'' He whispered, their lips almost touching, a calm smile on his lips. ''I can make all of that suffering go away.''
''Please.'' Luchika whined, pressing their bodies closer, like he would die if he didn't feel Currant's warmth as much as possible. Finally, their lips met, their kisses hungry and intense, just like Luchika needed. He was burning inside. Burning with need, burning alive with Currant.
He was pushed to the floor, his long hair like a curtain under his slender body and Currant above him. Their hands met, fingers intertwining as they kissed again and again.
''My heart belongs to you.''
''I'll make your body belong to me, too.''
Luchika's cheeks reddened as he smiled, almost wickedly. Currant made him feel alive again. Currant didn't mind becoming ugly with him, he accepted all of it and loved him. That was all he could ever ask for.
''Please do.''