During the times when Peter wasn't there, the curiosity of Vincent only grew. Though the wine left on the table was all gone, the merry still lingered.
It washed away the nervousness until it didn't.
Days and days passed, and the growing questions kept haunting Vincent.
No more wine could cure these worries.
The fireplace didn't burn bright anymore either. The middle of June approached, not a sign of Peter.
Vincent had left tear drops on the walls. He'd weep for every rose petal he plucked from the garden Peter helped plant.
Where was Peter?
Maybe Peters love had vanished for Vincent. Maybe Peter couldn't bare the thought of being together forever without being married.
Vincent had decided to write a letter. If Peter wanted marriage, so be it.
"Return home Peter.
Keep me here forever.
Gossip at my funeral.
Pick me thorns instead of roses.
Jump through waves with me in December,
and catch snowflakes in July.
Mark up a life, mark up a beautiful life with a fine dynasty.
Ask all your questions, ludicrous or not.
For only your matter, or not.
We walked too many bays in silent cries.
We etched our hums on the fireplace mantle.
Be mine, in whatever world.
Be a decayed mural, be my broken temple.
Let's have our wedding when the clouds disappear.
Let's beg the people of the city. let's beg them to join.
Let me have our dance.
Let us dance on the ground where the tiles are cracked.
Hell, let's lay needles down as well.
Peter, return home please."
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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...
