Let me set the scene for you. Achilles and Agamemnon just had their big argument that happened in the beginning of the book. Achilles and Patroclus are in their tent (Yes, they share a tent). Patroclus is trying to convince Achilles to just ignore everything Agamemnon said.
PATROCLUS' POV
"Come on Achilles, just let it go." I say to him.
"How dare you tell me that! No one insults Achilles and gets away with it!" He says, making me flinch away from his tone.
"Just accept that Agamemnon is a whiny jerk with an ego bigger than his brain." I say. He leans back in his chair and pinches the bridge of his nose between his forfinger and thumb, a habbit that drives me crazy.
"This war is preposterous. Agamemnon is the worst general in the history of generals. I'm ten times better than him. He should be the one that comes crawling back to me, just begging for me to be on his side." He says.
"I really don't think-" He cuts me off.
"I will go to my mother Thetis and ask her to ask Zeus to help the Trojans. But I will not fight. So in turn, the Achaeans will be almost defeated and Agamemnon will be on his knees at my feet begging for me back. I will not fight until he appologizes!" He announces, standing up and leaving the tent.
"Don't be gone for long." I say, but he's already gone. I can't help but acknowledge my growing feelings for Achilles. But he his my best friend, he'd never feel the same way.
I sit down on his sleeping mat and picture him. His long blonde hair that flows lusciously from his scalp. His blue-green eyes that make me melt. His nose is gorgeous, and don't even get me started on his lips. They look so perfect and soft. I ache for them to meet mine. His shoulders are broad and his muscles are visable from a mile away. His armor surely leaves nothing to the imagination.
Some people think he has major anger issues and a huge ego. And I'm not saying that he doesn't. He does, but he's also the most amazing man I have ever known. I know that I can count on him for advice and whenever I need a friend. But if only he was more than my friend.
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"My mother has agreed to ask Zeus to let theTrojans win until I join battle again." Achilles announces as he waltzes into the tent. There is a small smile that has splayed itself across his perfect face. It makes me happy to see him happy.
"That's great! But don't you think that it's a little irrational to let so much of our army die, just so Agamemnon begs for you back?" I ask timidly.
"We'll all die eventually. Why then and not now?" He asks.
"Very well. Then I will not fight either. I won't step foot in battle until you do, or you command me to." I say.
"Have it your way." he says, leaning back in his chair.
As darkness draws, I seem to fall even deeper in love with him.
There, I'll say it. I am in love with Achilles. I love him. More than a friend, more than a brother. I am in love with Achilles, and I am not ashamed of it.
He probably doesn't even know that sometimes when I wake up earlier than he, I occasionally watch him sleep. Staring at his angelic features as he sleeps and dreams. I'd give anything to be the subject of his dreams.
I am in love with Achilles.
