::DN::Wammys Boys::Chapter1:: by fucknote, literature
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::DN::Wammys Boys::Chapter1::
Near jumped as a hand smacked down on a table next to him. A sharp voice came from above the hand. Hey, kid. Whats your name.
It was more of a statement than a question. Near pondered this for a minute, then concentrated on his Transformer and ignored the young blonde boy attempting to be masculine. The hand which had just smacked the table repeated the process on Nears head. This distraction made Near look up. The boy repeated his question.
Near emitted a sigh and pronounced his name with extreme caution.
Near.
The blonde boy nodded, and seemed to back off a bit, perhaps disturbed by his victims
I fake I am sleeping. I close my eyes for a second. We are on bed for ten minutes or more, I guess. We are attached to each other as we are since my doubt has born. Never be with someone else on bed, I never shared my sleeping time with anyone. In Wammy House, I was supposed to be sleeping with the other kids, but Watari knew my need to be lonely.
Through cold arms and shoulders my long and skinny fingers run. I feel his sweet pale skin, I taste him with my lips and I get confused about his temperature. He seems too cold, but his body is hot, it is like a fever. I don't care sharing this bed with him. He is small even he is as tall as me. He
Oh, how I hate this distance between us.
Our hearts have met and communed.
Our souls have intertwined, becoming one.
But to touch, yet not touching, oh what a
blinding, burning pain I feel each time I
want to hold you and yet, I can not.
As I hear your voice,
and look upon your picture,
the love in my heart
drives me to see your beloved face
without the painful burden of this separation.
I curse each mile that parts us, my love,
but I will not be discouraged. For I
know in the deepest part of my soul
that we will be united - parted nevermore.