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The darkness of night hung over the world, filling every nook and cranny. The moon reigned supreme in the sky, standing proudly above the lake near a gray place known to most as Magdalene College. The pine trees swayed gently in the icy winter breeze, and the stars were barely visible through the thick blanket of fog.
The same fog that seemed to have seeped into Robbie's heart and mind.
He stared at the ceiling like he did every night, with so many thoughts keeping him awake.
Since Oscar had arrived, he felt that somehow his world had changed forever. For some time now, a flower had been blooming in his soul, delicate but with strong roots. It grew alone but quickly, becoming more beautiful every day.
All it took was a simple glance, a kind word, a smile, a laugh...
From whom?
Oscar, of course.
In the early days of his arrival at Magdalene, Robbie felt like he was on a roller coaster. He couldn't believe it: how could a guy like Oscar be interested in a guy like him? He had even defended him from Douglas! They did everything together: they studied in the library, ate in the canteen, talked late into the night before going to sleep.
He felt really lucky to have found a friend.
But as the days passed, his affection for Oscar began to grow, turning into something else.
Something much stronger and more lasting.
That morning, Robbie had brought him cookies, as usual. He stole them from the kitchen, and always brought them to him. He knew how much he liked them.
But that morning... He smiled at him differently, he could feel it. His eyes lit up with a different light when he saw him.
It seemed silly to think so, but he saw love in that look.
He could hear his velvety voice echoing in his head.
"Oh, Robbie! Thank you so much!".
Then he gently placed his hand in his and added affectionately, “What would I do without you?”.
His cheeks flushed pink in the darkness of the night as he remembered, and his lips stumbled into a loving smile.
Just like that morning.
Oscar was sitting in front of him that day, in Latin class.
He could have stared at that back all day long.
That evening, however, the spell of the last few days with him had been brutally broken.
It was all Florence's fault. At the mere thought of it, he sighed deeply, perhaps to cover the sound of his heart breaking. He would never have wanted to disturb Oscar's sleep with such noises.
He couldn't understand how he had fallen for that presumptuous little bitch who barely deigned to glance at him.
That same day, he had tried to draw her and write her a poem.
And he had only known her for one damn day.
He tossed and turned in bed, nervous. Had he really believed that Oscar could be different from the others? He felt like a real idiot.
Yet, he couldn't get rid of the love he felt for him, even though it would have been the best thing to do. How could he, when he felt all that love thundering inside him, impetuous and eager to show itself to the world, like a summer shower? And every drop of rain that wet his skin sang softly words that his lips did not know, but were engraved in his heart.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you.
Those words echoed inside him so many times that they lost all meaning, until sleep took his troubled soul by surprise and peacefully closed his eyes.
But not before thinking one last time of those dark eyes, that silky hair, the perfect curve of those lips, and that melodious laugh, knowing that they would keep him company in his most secret dreams, those hidden between his heart and soul.