This is a bit inspired by "Heavy Soul" by You Me At Six.
You can see the hurt beneath his eyes...
You want to take away his pain. You wish you could make everything better for him. You wish you could take his place.
"I'm fine," he tells you. But you know him; he's not okay. He just doesn't want to tell you because you'll worry. But what he doesn't know is that you're always going to worry. He consumes your mind and soul; you're always going to care about him, and when you know he's not okay, you're going to worry. It doesn't matter if he tells you or not. It's just a fact: you're going to worry.
"I know you're not, but that's okay," you tell him, and he lets out a small laugh.
"I'm okay," he insists. His voice says otherwise. You know he's hurting. He's hurting a lot. The pain beneath his eyes speaks louder than words. And they're screaming that he's teetering on the edge of insanity. The only thing keeping him upright is, in reality, you. You're the only reason he hasn't completely gone down, and you both know it.
"You keep saying that until it's true," you respond, taking his hand in yours. "I'm here for you. If you need to talk, if you need to cry, if you need to fucking yell into a pillow, anything."
He looks into your eyes. His two different-colored eyes look so beautiful in the light. They hold unshed tears that make them glitter like jewels. He smiles slightly, making your heart lift.
"I know. And I appreciate it," he replies, squeezing your hand gently.
You look into his eyes, your eyes flickering to his lips for a moment. You know it's not the time. You need to let him heal. Yet your love for him is so loud. You know he can feel it; you're not trying to hide it. You let it show because to him, you're an open book.
"I would take your place if I could," you tell him, and he nods.
"I know you would."
You fall into a silence. There are things left unsaid, but they don't have to be addressed right now. That's the beauty of being with Awsten: not everything has to be said because it's already understood, underlying everything. He understands you. He reads between the lines and can feel the emotions underneath your words. And you understand him as well. That's why the two of you work so well together.
She didn't understand him like you can. Like you do. And they both knew it—that's probably why she left him. You can't understand why anyone in their right mind would leave Awsten if they had him. But she did, and your connection with him was probably a big reason for it.
You let out a breath, and he looks to you. You're still holding his hand, trying to comfort him. You can feel his gaze on your face. He never makes you feel uncomfortable. He always looks at you in a way that makes you feel safe. You've never felt that with anyone else before.
He finally speaks up, "When I'm ready to give my heart to someone, will you take it?"
You blink and look at him. Is he really saying what you think he's saying?
"Are you asking me if I would date you?" you ask slowly, and he purses his lips.
"In a way, yes. But I'm more asking you to have my heart."
You smile, your face warming at his words. You feel your own heart beat a little faster at his words.
"I would take it, and I would cherish it. I wouldn't dare break it," you say softly, and he smiles.
"Would you give me your heart, too?" he asks.
"You already have it."
"I don't have all of it," he replies.
You think for a moment.
"I suppose not. But I would give it all to you."
And you're telling the truth. He's had a large part of your heart for years, and he's always cherished it. Your heart has been broken for him, but never by him. And you're confident that he would never break it.
Three months later...
"I love you," you say, looking into his eyes.
"I love you," he replies. His eyes shine in the light. You could stare at him forever. Everything about him is perfect. His beauty is unmatched. You still can't believe he's real, let alone yours.
He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. He tastes sweet like vanilla; your heart beats faster at his touch. His hands move to your face, pulling you closer as you tangle your hands in his soft purple hair.
You love him with all your heart, and he loves you. What more could you ask for?
I actually like this a lot