May was a beautiful month for these men.
Their routine stayed ritual; tea and walks in the morning. Lunches in their garden. Explorations of hidden places in the city.
They'd run up hills, they'd jump into waterfalls.
Through daises their laughter was captured. In the water, their hums were echoed. Picnics everyday by the lakes. Poems written late afternoons. The sun stayed up until nine, and their wine always after.
The men successfully swindled every pedestrian walking the roads of London,
"My best mate."
The men successfully carried deep breaths without an ear to hear.
The men and their gifts given at eighteen.
They felt free.
One late afternoon on the first day of June,
Peter had told Vincent he loved him.
This wasn't unusual, as every day those words were said.
But this time, the tone was more woeful.
"Stay here, there is business I have unfinished."
Vincent never asked what it was, or who it was.
All Vincent knew was that he trusted him.
Peter was gone for the rest of that night, and he was gone for the rest of the day after.
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Scarlet Eyes and Raven Dies
RomanceTwo boys face the challenges of love in their small hometown in England. Peter and Vincent, who are inseparably linked by their love, go through the hardships of having to love someone in secret. "...they were two lost souls who carried daggers in...
