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He was dancing. He was dancing, and he was doing it with a boy who had the greyest eyes he'd ever seen. He was beautiful, there, in the club's dim light as they circled each other in time with the music. For the first time in his life, Wylan felt freedom, tasted it like fresh mint on his tongue, and he didn't want more — no, he was content in this. If he could have this moment, this dance, then he'd be happy for the rest of his days and then some.
Jesper, his partner's name. Wylan had tried, foolishly, not to commit it to memory. He thought back to the way Jesper had teased him endlessly and how his affections seemed anything but ingenuine. But it was well and truly impossible.
Here, everything was different. Wylan felt different, and the look in Jesper's eyes indicated that he might just as well. His lips were parted, gaze locked on Wylan's, full of want and hope and so much love that Wylan might drown in the intoxicating rush of it all.
Yes, he was beautiful, then. He was exactly what Wylan had been searching for, what he'd dreamed of. He was stolen from the city's deepest depths, the places that nobody else dared reach, for this. For him.
And it all seemed so small, then. So insignificant. Like the world that Wylan had spent thinking was too small and wanted too much of him didn't. And if it did, this was somewhere he could now escape. Because they were just two people dancing. Two boys, teetering on the edge of a cliff that they didn't quite mind falling from because they knew the water below was warm and the skies above were clear.
That was what they made of it.
That meant something.