Mark sighed with content staring down at his disheveled sheets. High was snug asleep against his body both of them naked under the covers.
Mark sighed happily thinking about what a crazy night it had been.
He always ran around that track at two in the morning, but that had been the first time he had ever seen the pretty boy he had noticed from afar a few months before.
Normally Mark never cared about a single soul in the school, instead just living his day in a monotonous routine of classes, and meals alone, away from the other students, as far as possible.
He would exercise near the lake and even as the run captain, he stayed away from his team. He was pretty sure the entire team hated him; he had told the coach it was a terrible idea to make him captain just cause he was the fastest; he whined that he was a poor leader. Coach didn’t care, and suddenly he had eight people to take care of, and sadly couldn’t interact with any of them properly.
The world around him was shrouded by an invisible bubble that only he could see and he was getting really sick of it. Sick of this daily grind that never got better, this loneliness that clung to his heart deeply.
He said he was fine, but when did anyone ask if you were fine when you were actually fine.
The question along with, the answer was a lie.
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A lie, he was so tired of living. But then for some reason, just one day, the breeze was pleasant; the air was clean, and the park was calling to him.
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Back then he didn’t know his name, a few months ago. But the moment he had seen High back then was the moment his world had stopped. It was the moment he had smiled, and a lightness he hadn’t realized he had wanted back, returned inside his heart.
High’s long dark mullet bounced in the air as he chased him. His beautiful eyes sparkled in the sunlight and his tight jeans hugged his body in all the right ways. Immediately in his heart he felt a pang of desire.
‘If only I was normal could I go up to you and say hello?’
He was his junior. He should be able to, like all juniors approach him and say hello. But for him the best he could get was to stare wistfully with regret and longing.
Mark had taken a picture back then so mesmerized, and he had moved his nightly runs off of the track and to around that lake. In his mind it had been a way to be close to High, without ever knowing his name, without ever approaching. Just like that for one moment in time their worlds could cross.
He didn’t think he would see High there; he had never imagined it in all his dreams. Never could he have hoped for that.
Mark smiled and looked down at High.
“I never thought we could meet. I only saw you once, and yet you struck a chord in my heart. I don’t understand why yet. But I can’t tell you how much my heart feels filled and complete right now.”
Mark stroked High’s temple while he slept scared to stop touching him in case the moment he let go it all disappeared. The moment he let go it all turned into a dream.
He massaged High’s arm softly while the other slept. Mark was never a good sleeper because of the nightmares and he had slept only lightly beside High, he didn’t think he could sleep. This all felt surreal.
Mark blinked sleepily he looked at the clock, seven in the morning, he had stayed up all night again. Scared, he would fall into that same trance and terrify High away with his night terrors. It scared him to lose what he had basically run into head first, full force, no reservations.
He couldn’t understand why, but he felt super connected to High, in just one night, more connected to anyone other than his own family.
The sun peaked through the window blinds where it didn’t quite cover the window, and Mark smiled giddily.
He looked down at his hand in amazement.
It wasn’t a dream.
He was touching someone. No pain. No, nothing. Only the pleasure of feeling the warmth of another living person against his skin.
He had held High almost all night long and when he wasn’t holding him, High would turn in his sleep and clutched him tightly as if he too couldn’t be without him.
Mark was sure something would happen soon and he would get that familiar stomach revolting jolt of pain when he touched anyone. The numbness would creep in and he would fight the feeling, but in the end, lose the battle.
But that feeling never came, and so he had held High – half scared to let go and find the next time he touched High it would hurt. And the other half scared of an even worse possibility. That if he kept touching him whatever was making him immune through High would stop working and he wouldn’t be able to touch him ever again.
Mark stared at High’s thin, lean body, his muscular shoulders strong, defined jaw line, his creamy skin all of it looked so good. His thicker eyebrows, gigantic hands, and a strong collarbone. But his favorite thing was his long eyelashes and his long dark silky hair. He smiled, stroking High’s hair, playing with it, loving the way it glided through his fingers.
