The Taste of Ink

I was trembling on the inside but i held a strong figure. I fought an internal battle , deciding wether or not to tell him that i wanted him . I risked being rejected and that would kill me.
"I-uh Frank.." i muttered.
"Gerard , please , i'm not the one to judge.." he softly said. The blush on his cheeks had faded to only soft pink patches. His eyes begged me , I couldn't say no to those eyes , I caved. I sighed , pinching the bridge of my nose and I clenched my eyes closed tightly. I was terrified , my emotions were slamming against the insides of my body begging to be released. They say the heart only wants what it cant have. I opened my eyes and sucked in a breath and opened my mouth to admit to him.
"Frank , w-what I mean , was that i was upset that you have everything. You have beauty and grace. I am upset that you are so beautiful , Frankie. My voice cracked at the end. "It got me pissed that I would never be an option to you. I felt the only way i could make myself known to you was hurting you." I quickly looked down , knowing my reasoning was stupid. I kicked at the non existent rocks on the ground. My face was flushed , why did i even say anything? He must think i"m a possessed lunatic. A sudden need to apologize surged through my body.
"Frank i-i'm so sorry i know it sounds so stupid I'm so sorry." i rambled on. I laced my fingers through my hair pulling at the roots in frustration.
"Frankie im s-"
"Gerard stop apologizing.." his voice wavering. I looked back at him , tears were welling in his eyes. I pulled him into a similar hug as this morning but this time i wasn't going to push him away. He clutched onto my shirt , his tears seeping through the thin fabric dampening my chest. I squeezed him tighter to my chest , running my fingers through his soft hair.
"Frankie darling , why are you crying?" I asked quietly. I pulled him away from my chest , wiping the liquid crystals with the pads of my thumbs. His skin was just as soft as i thought it would be. His angelic eyes poured out sorrow and happiness.
He sniffed and looked at me innocently. Jesus, that look could make me do anything.
"No one has ever complemented me , or talked to me at the fact. and just hearing that from you. Gerard , the world taught me angst when i deserved joy." he averted his gaze to my chest , lazy tears streaming down his face.
My heart swelled with sorrow for him. I wanted to take all his pain away and feel it for him instead.
" I'm sorry about your shirt." he chuckled attempting to rub away the stain. I captured his hands and held them to my chest looking deeply into his eyes , getting lost in them.
I leaned towards his face inspecting his angelic features wanting to taste his sweet lips for once and for all.

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