In the amber-blush skylight of his salient skyline mirroring dreams, jaded jewels of juvenescence were all that he could see. Like the woods lovely, dark and deep, his eyes represented the green of the Pine leaves, embellished softly with plush beams of rime and ease, deliriously daunting for a boy of his esteem, they were benumbed and beaded with blight, looked to be quite standoffish and starkly stunning to some might, Emmett was sure as he tilled temporary solace in his mind at the mere fact of losing him to touch and time. Like the far-flung red star of the galaxy, he seemed distant to perceive, considerably given the circumstances of his wonderland of dreams. As if he was the Summer's wistful rain, wished by many in the desert and the main, Emmett was tempted to savour it in a jar-frame, if only it was to soothe his psyche for some time, he pondered before reaching out to him.
Cold-like calamity, he slipped, spun and stumbled away from him, as if he was Death's Adversary, who lived in a donjon-dale, and reaped souls to wreck carnage and chaos inlay. This wasn't a dream, he wondered to himself, as he called out his name, profusely straining his senses to pick up his rather muffled whiffs of a few words-wisps but it was irresistibly unassailable to trace the mouth-lisp skimmed through something unusual and almost eschew, as he abruptly abandoned his dream to come to some realisation, as he squinted at the seamless ceiling lights, instinctively scrunching up his eyes, as if he was too inadept to look askance, behaving like a creature of the night before awkwardly contorting his face, in obvious frustration as he bunglingly kneaded his much frigid fingers at his wounded wrists, which had been toyed with needles, tubes and other supplements for apparently some mineral transfusion, Emmett observed as he despondently plucked a thread from his blanket; smitten by his current predicament.
"Good Morning, Boo Bear."
"Tommy?" Emmett glanced at him as he tried to adjust his position on the bed.
"Aye, little bro, how are ya feeling now?" Thomas smiled at him brightly as he tried to not break down at his dishevelled state. He looked so pale and ghastly, he appeared to be almost unrecognisable as if he was a stranger.
Emmett blinked, bemusedly at his brother. He was feeling rather fine, but despite his disoriented state brought forth by his astute question, he offered him a soft smile that said otherwise, confirming Arthur's insightful inspection regarding his transitory amnesia, whereas Emmett, was exhilarated at the prospect of meeting him; that it was imperceivable for him to feel delineated and a bit circumscribed at the prominence of the palisade that he was presently stuck in.
"Uh, when can I go back?" Emmett couldn't help but inquire as his gaze reflected a leaning languish that had become quite noticeable, especially to Arthur.
"Soon, do you remember anything, Emmett?" Arthur was prepared to answer his questions but he wanted to affirm his theory.
"I...I don't know. Was it something important?" He stuttered out, looking quite confused and befuddled.
"Not at all, I just wanted to make sure, son." He gave him an assured smile, causing Emmett to return one of his own.
"Boo Bear, if you are not going to devour that apple pie, then I have no qualms in doing it for you. Just say the word." Thomas interrupted as he teased him lightly.
"Apple-Pie?" Emmett looked at the plate of his favourite dessert in his hands and could almost feel the temptation to eat.
"You are such a dummy sometimes, Em." A voice called out.
"Gwen?" Emmett asked, looking bewildered to see her.
"It is so good to see you, buddy." She commented as she tried to hold back her tears, whilst moving forward to embrace her best friend.
"It is good to see you too, Gwen." Emmett smiled nostalgically at his friend, he had missed her so much.
"Well, I will leave you to it, if you need anything Emmett, do not hesitate to call for a nurse, yes?" Arthur informed him with gentle eyes.
"Sure." Was all he could say as he gave him a nod and then focussed his attention on Gwen.
"And I am not needed as well, so I'll let you guys catch up, but watch out, Gwen, for I am not letting you spend so much time with my brother this time." Thomas playfully narrowed his eyes at the girl who scoffed in response.
"We will see about that." She smirked slightly making Emmett chuckle at their banter.
"Bye, Boo-Bear. Make sure to eat that delicious pie." He said as he proceeded to make his way towards the door.
"I will, Tommy," Emmett told him with a smile as Thomas left his room, slightly turning his head to examine his surroundings.
"So, what is with that smile?" She observed.
"Smile?" Emmett questioned.
"Yes, that dazed smile, like you are thinking about someone secretively whilst trying to play it off with your nonchalant attitude, who is it for?" She explained with a shrug.
"I don't understand, I am just...I guess I am just happy that you are here, Gwen." He admitted although he knew that it wasn't the only thing that had him in such high spirits.
"As I am, Em. And I wanted to apologise for my actions, I shouldn't have talked to you like that, I was feeling rather frustrated that day and your negligence made me almost envious, but I should have tried to listen to you, Em, I am so sorry." Gwen glumly stated, as she tried to reminisce Thomas' words on the phone call, she had been so foolish and naive, to realise his state.
"It is not your fault, Gwen. In fact, what you said, was enlightening, you made me realise certain things and for that, I am grateful to you and your unbiased guidance. So, do not think it to be something of an obstacle in our friendship, because you are, indefinitely stuck with me." He determinedly declared as he nudged her with a grin.
"Aye, someone's getting sappy. Are you in love, Em?" She couldn't help but ask.
"What? No, of course, not!" Emmett quick to deflect her question, undoubtedly raising her suspicion.
"Wow! You are blushing, Em. You are in love again." She gasped out, noticing the pinkish tint on his cheeks.
"Again?" Emmett frowned at her response.
"I meant to say that you are in love but I need to know everything, do you understand? I need to know every single thing." She faltered but hastily regained her composure.
"Fine, I will tell you. But promise me, that you wouldn't make a fuss about it? I do not want Tommy to know about him so can you do that?" Emmett pleaded.
"I can, now, get on with it, lad." Gwen urged him, as Emmett gave her a nod.
Tongue-tied, tangential touch of his memories tickled his conscience to tack the skills of sophistication he had honed, manoeuvring from subtlety to a dour recollection of something substantially useful and more relevant to the ravishing radiance of semblance he simply represented. To put it down, coherently, in the aspect of how he was contrived to the existence, was consequentially the crust of Emmett's chaotic case of mind; like feeble butterfingers, he was ineffectual and ineffective in stipulating his significance to her, but nevertheless, he was careful in engaging in this conversation that involved him; the boy of his dreams.
He attested to his impotence inaptly securing his name, but he was successful in narrating their convergence and confluence to an attentive Gwen. From his foremost encounter with the stranger, whereupon he was heavenly harmonising a symphony that was mind-provoking to the bench that glimmered under the Moonlight, glittering hues like gleaming streams of rainbow tides submerging them anew.
"Et moriens animam ex manibus in corde meo, usque in sempiternum. From a dying hand to a loving heart, forever, it said. At that moment, I felt as if the world was made, only to exist for the two of us. I could see the Sun in his eyes, and he saw the Moon in mine, almost ephemeral, he looked so golden, like a figment of some fallacy festooned to fit in with the Universe, a safe-haven sentient in my life-stream and every moment spent with him was golden and will always be, golden." Emmett softly smiled at his hands.
"He sounds just like...an angel, Em. You're truly in love with him, huh?" Gwen asked as she observed him with a fond smile, he truly looked happy.
"Well, yes. We had quite a quarrel whilst talking about our feelings for one another, I was reluctant to give in to my desires due to your words, as they had made me reflect on certain things but he was desperate to know if I do feel the same, and I told him almost despondently that he had changed me and had turned me selfish in pursuit of my happiness but he was still adamant and didn't even believe me like he knew I'd try to evade this like he always knew the real me." Emmett exhaled, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You have never been too good with confessions, Em. It irks you since your presumptions regarding yourself predominate your psyche and like a fool, you let it rule over you, it has always been bothersome to you." She elaborated, subconsciously mulling over some memories.
"Always?" He was quick to catch onto it.
"Do you not remember him?" She asked in a whisper as if she was afraid to say his name.
"Him? Who? I don't understand, Gwen." Emmett seemed to be frustrated with riddles, she could see that.
"Sorry, I must've misunderstood it for something. Well, I should freshen up, I am sure I look like a popsicle, but England does that to you." She joked, quickly changing the subject of their conversation.
"How was it though?" He questioned, smiling at her in admiration.
"It was good, the open days made me interact with peeps our age, and they were bluntly honest about every single thing, I quite liked that." She recalled, chuckling at Emmett's shocked face.
"So, have you selected a uni yet?" Emmett enquired inquisitively.
"Maybe, but it is a surprise. Now, I must go, I feel rather tacky in these clothes." She commented, looking disgruntled at her appearance.
"Sure, Gwen." He told her.
"I'll be back in a few and Em?"
"Yes?"
"I am proud of you, I really am." She said to him, eyes brimming with unshed tears but pride over the man he had become.
"Thank you, Gwen." He called out as he watched her retreating figure with a grin.
Half-dazed, he was left bewildered by her words, befuddled with this self -assurance and surprised to be sufficiently regarded by his best friend, to his satisfaction. Emmett, relentlessly thought that she would pose to be a stumbling block in his direction, but surely, Gwen had sustained her support, thoroughly as an afterthought, especially in regards to their progressing relationship. Like two wild roses, they thrashed against the tempestuous twisters, amidst typhoons and tornados, confronting the whisks of winds that could sweep them off in one swing; they seemed to be inexorable, tauntingly intolerable when it came to their love, or so it appeared to Emmett as he reflected on the sweet memories that lay atop this hill of bliss that shined and smelled like raspberries, tempting like coral and peaches, thrilling like oceanic waves, his touch that of muskmelon, a melting enmesh of emotions enriched with passion, and Emmett, was wholesomely, immersed into this oblivion wherein he dreamed of him, delving only deeper into his wonderland of dreams.
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