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Now do you understand Thomas? Sleep, sleep because you don't know when you won't wake up. Sleep because you don't know when your soul will go, sleep because you don't know when someone will steal your eyes. Sleep because the night is short and true, and then the sun will rise and you can be yours again. Rest, son. And so he closed the door and Thomas just closed his eyes fell asleep, fell asleep with so much fear that he does not know how it happened, he fell asleep covering his eyes while crying that he thought the moon had heard him, he fell asleep.

Both Lee Thomas , 18 years old. In the garden looking at the roses as he used to do 11 years ago, as he used to do the day his mother passed away by saying words of more. Lee Thomas , sitting on a tree branch looking at the moon. Lee Thomas, sitting on the dry grass looking at a window, a window full of dust, a window that made his bones tremble. Lee Thomas , looking at the roses and feeling two cat eyes behind him.

Lee Thomas just went to sleep that night, first greeting his maid and giving him the little pay every day.

His room was dark only being illuminated by the brightness of the moon. Lying down looking at the ceiling without being able to sleep, remembering that story that his mother had told him a while ago, just waiting to fall asleep or someone taking his soul, anyway it is not as if he cared. And so it was, in a moment he only felt a great cold seize his body, and his hands turned cold and white like snow, he knew what was coming.

His lips turned red like an apple while his throat burned like fire when he couldn't scream or move.

He felt cold hands caressing or rather rubbing with his legs, then those caresses become almost scratches, making Thomas tremble. He felt when a presence landed in front of him, he felt when that body had been placed in front of him, even if he hadn't looked at him.

He felt the clock set at twelve o'clock at night, and he felt his soul being ripped out in that same starlight. He opened his eyes, and there he was, who had been watching him behind a window, now he was looking straight ahead, piercing his whole being with his gaze. Thomas just looked at that boy with pale skin and dark hair while he felt his heart being ripped out and put into what appeared to be fire, at least he felt that way. They looked at each other, looked at each other for minutes and even hours, they didn't know when they were shortening the distance between them, they didn't know.

Much less did they know when they were kissing with lust above that bed. They did not know when they were making love and touching their bodies as delicately as if they were going to break. They did not know when the two embraced fell while they cried, because they had each other, because they were the only thing in that lonely room, because they knew that all that was forbidden. Their souls had connected through looks behind roses and windows at night. Because his eyes were captured behind a horror story. I don't know how much they needed the essence of the other to survive, how much they needed those "encounters" in the garden at night, just feeling each other's eyes and soul for hours, without the need for closeness or words to communicate, because they already felt close and more connected than ever.

They cried because they loved each other, they cried because that angel of the sun and that demon at midnight knew that darkness needed the light, that goodness needed evil to be. They cried because they had each other and were finally complete. They cried because their souls were uprooted by themselves, announcing their own death when the sun rose. But they had.

They had.

The End

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