If only my sorrys meant something

Days go by slowely without you

Bojans POV

He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. Just wanted to stay home and lay in bed. He didn't even want to talk to Jere. It just reminded him more about how much he misses him.

Right after opening Jeres message, Bojan felt a pile of guilt being thrown on his shoulders. He should just tell Jere that he wasn't in the mood to talk, and not lie to him.

But he was scared about the Finns reaction. He didn't want to imagine his face trying to find out what was wrong while there was nothing wrong. Well, there was one thing, how much he misses Jere. All he could think about was Jere, talk about Jere, even drram about Jere. Everything revolves around Jere in Bojans world. He just wanted Jere to always be with him. Alive or dead. Up in paradise, or down here on earth, where the daylight hits them currently.

His thoughts couldn't ignore Jere for much more. He just wanted to hear his sweet voice. But he didn't want to text him as he already told him he was 'busy'.

Bojan lay in bed, his eyes wandering around his room as he took in the familiar surroundings. The walls were painted a soothing shade of light gray, adorned with a few framed photographs that captured precious memories. A neatly organized bookshelf stood against one wall, filled with a diverse collection of novels and mementos from his travels. On the opposite side, a sleek wooden desk held a laptop and a stack of notebooks, representing his creative endeavors.

As Bojan's gaze shifted towards the window, he found himself captivated by the scene outside. The window, with its white wooden frame, allowed a flood of natural light to filter into the room. Looking through the clear glass, he admired the picturesque view of the neighborhood. Rows of quaint houses lined the street, each with their unique charm and character. Vibrant flowers bloomed in carefully tended gardens, adding splashes of color to the peaceful scene.

But it was the sky that held Bojan's attention the most. A seamless expanse of blue stretched overhead, reminding him of the mesmerizing hue of his boyfriend's eyes, Jeres. Just like Jeres' gaze, the sky seemed to hold endless possibilities and dreams. Bojan couldn't help but smile, his thoughts drifting to the moments they had shared together, their laughter echoing in his mind.

Outside, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, creating a soothing melody that whispered through the open window. Bojan could hear the distant chirping of birds, their cheerful songs intermingling with the soft hum of the neighborhood. It was a symphony of nature, a reminder of the beauty that surrounded him.

Lost in the view and memories, Bojan felt a sense of tranquility wash over him. His room, the window, and the outside world all seemed to merge into one harmonious moment. It was in this peaceful interlude that Bojan found solace, a space where he could reflect, dream, and find inspiration.

As he lay there, embracing the beauty of his room and the world beyond, Bojan couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple joys that life offered—a room that felt like a sanctuary, a window that connected him to the outside world, and a sky that reminded him of the love he shared with Jere.

The guilt inside of him grew and grew until it wasn't bare able. He couldn't ignore him forever.

He remembered that it was his birthday in 2 weeks. It's already been a few months without physical contact.

The only birthday present he wanted was Jere. Jeres touch. Jeres kiss. Jeres presence. Just him. Nothing else.

He couldn't control himself anymore.

So he decided to text Jere.

He needed to talk to him. It's been ages. (Only a day.)

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Jere ❤️

Bojan:'Are you busy, baby?"

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