"Chapter 40- Nobody than you"
Klein rested his head on Tristan's bicep while looking at the ceiling while Tristan was looking at him, "I've been wanting to ask you something," Klein said as his head and gaze turned to Tristan, he smiled, "what is it?" he asked before rubbing his thumb on Klein's soft cheeks. "Why..."
"Why did you fall in love with me, instead of someone who's better," Klein asked with a weighty expression on his face, Tristan's smile became smaller. "I don't know either," He honestly answered, "but when I met you, you gave me the empathy I needed," Tristan continued while holding Klein's hand tenderly, "but that's not the reason why I fall in love with you," Klein's brow knotted.
"don't knot your brows like that," Tristan said while rubbing in between Klein's eyebrows, he continued to smile and reveal his feelings.
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I... fell in love with you, not because you gave me the empathy I needed. I don't actually know why, it just happened. After I met you, I've been wanting to meet you over and over again, even though my heart races whenever I see your beauty... even from afar.
I admit it, you're beautiful, smart, and sometimes hard-headed, I've never felt this kind of feeling; where your heart keeps beating like a loud drum in a parade, I... always hope that you'd feel the same as me whenever I'm near you.
I've never actually imagined that... I would be lying in bed with the person I admire for... a very... long time.
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Klein was too stunned to utter a word nor a sentence, he just looked at his side profile while revealing his honest feelings, Tristan suddenly glanced at Klein who was admiring his side profile. "What about you? why or how did you fall in love with me?" Tristan asked as he raised a brow at Klein. He widened his eyes from the sudden question, "me?" Klein pointed at himself.
"Of course, it's only fair for you to reveal your feelings to me," Tristan leaned his face closer to Klein's, his face went red, and tried to cover himself. "Are you ashamed of your feelings towards me?" Tristan asked with his head buried on Klein's chest, Klein's hand patted his neat and soft dark hair gently. "I'm not," he shortly answered.
"I didn't even know I would fall in love with you eventually, who knew love would feel like this," he said, "people find it weird to have a lover who is the same gender as you or 4 more years older than you," he added while caressing his face as he thought that he's blabbing nonsense. "I don't really care about their opinions actually, because I always view love... a blockage to my path of success"
"you're babbling out of the topic again," Tristan said as if he didn't like what he heard, Klein giggled as he continued to caress his face that is buried on his chest. "fast forward to my story,"
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I never experienced having someone to caress like this, believe it or not, you are my first; kiss, hug, and my love. I hate you at first because you're talkative and full of energy, but now, I find those lovable about you, my heart only beats to nobody other than you. I used to question myself, why- why this person, or why the same gender as you. Now I found the answer to my question.
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"What is it?" Tristan raised his head and looked at Klein curiously like a child listening to a storybook wanting to know what will happen next, Klein bumped his forehead to his. "I discovered, that I want to spend my whole life being stuck with you than devoting myself to things that I know will not last in my life," he whispered soothingly in front of Tristan, Tristan's chocolate skin became red as his eyes started to let out a fountain of tears. "Are my words too much for you to handle?" Klein asked while rubbing his thumb under Tristan's Rusted Golden-eyes that are looking at his painted-like face.
"Sometimes, I think of you as someone who's fictional from this world," Tristan said while embracing Klein to hide his tears that are about to flow from his eyes, Klein's eyes widened and looked at Tristan's back as he started patting and rubbing Klein's back. "What do you mean by that?" Klein asked feeling wet on his shoulder, "you're beautiful as a painted art in a museum, a portrait of a beautiful fictional prince that can just disappear so suddenly (replaced)," Tristan's embrace got tighter as he buried his face on Klein's shoulder.
"I'm not gonna disappear, and I am not fictional," Klein pushed him gently to cut his embrace, he tenderly held Tristan's face and leaned a bit closer to him, "see, I am real," the corners of their lips raised at each other's sight.