This is what I have so far for the story, now mind you, I'm not used to writing in story format or used to writing a yaoi romance, if only the heroine was a female and not a sickly boy. :secret:
Beat Limit
In a world different from yours is where I currently stand. This world has no such things as magic, demons, any
odd beings or special powers, though in fact you could compare our two worlds and you would see many similarities,
but without saying, there is a big difference and that difference is our hearts...
“Hey, how are you feeling today?” a boy with light brown hair and hazel eyes asks, in one arm is a basket of fruits
and the other is the doorknob as he enters though the door. This boy wears a dress shirt over a t-shirt along with
jeans and sneakers, he looks very plainly dressed, yet he would be mistaken for a celebrity if it wasn’t for this world
and their lack of such people.
“I’m feeling pretty good today, maybe we should go out?” replying is a sickly looking boy, his skin slightly pale, his
hair a dirty blonde and his eyes a blue as pale as his skin. Dressed in nothing but his pyjamas, he sits upright, his
sheets covering the lower half of his body. Speaking again, the sickly looking boy reaches over to a chair near his night
stand and he turns it around, “Why don’t you sit down?”
Laying down the basket on the night stand, the brown haired boy sits down in the chair and looks at the blonde
haired boy with intent eyes, he speaks, “...are you really alright? I don’t want your heart rate rising because we go out
today.” Taking his hand between his and clasping it tightly, the brown haired boy continues speaking, “I don’t want to
lose a single day, Ian.”
Showing an innocent and pure smile, the blonde haired boy named Ian puts his free hand on the brown haired
boy’s hands and looks at him with his blue eyes, “I know, and I promise that I won’t die until the day my beat counter
tells me, so don’t worry Brandon, it isn’t good for your heart.”
His head slung down, Brandon is silent for a moment, though he soon raises his head returning a smile to Ian,
“Would you like me to peel an apple for you first?” he asks as he lets go of Ian’s hand, he grabs a fruit form the basket
along with an apple peeler that was on top of all of the fruit, he begins to peel it while looking down.
With another smile that could rival the innocence of a child’s, Ian grabs onto Brandon’s hand which holds the
peeler to stop him, Brandon looks up at Ian with a curious look, Ian tells Brandon, “Brandon, I’m fine with any one, but
that isn’t how you peel a banana.”
Looking down at his hands, Brandon notices the long yellow fruit in his left, expecting a round red one. Brandon
says, “Ah, I must be a little out of it, I’ll peel an apple now.” Brandon grabs another fruit, this time its round, he begins
to peel it again with his head facing downwards.
Ian looks down at the fruit and he shows a worried smile, he chuckles and raises Brandon’s head with his left
hand, Brandon looks past Ian, as if he wasn’t paying attention to reality, Ian talks to Brandon even though he noticed
this, “I think we should head out now, Brandon.”
Returning to reality, Brandon is surprised and quickly responds, “Why?”
Taking the basket in his arms, Ian turns it to Brandon, to show him the contents and says, “Because if we don’t,
we’ll be stuck here all day. There isn’t an apple in this basket.” The basket only containing oranges, bananas and
grapes, Ian takes a grape and feeds it to Brandon, who willing cooperates and eats it. “Shall we go then?”
The warm sun shines down and the clear sky engulfs everything. Ian and Brandon walk in this weather, they walk
side by side while talking. Not a car passes by them on the road, nobody else walks outside, the city itself looks barren
and nothing is heard but the sounds of small insects and birds. Brandon comments on this, “It’s quiet as always.”
“Well, we are the crazy ones here.” Ian says back to Brandon, while looking at the clear skies with a smile.
Brandon sighs and says, “What’s the joy in staying indoors all the time? Heading outside wouldn’t affect your
heart that much.”
Reaching a green park that glistens in the sunlight, the fountain in the centre with a design resembling an angel
spouts water. Benches are strewn across the park for people to sit down if needed at any moment. Brandon and Ian
walk to one of these benches near the fountain and they sit down, they do not say anything for a long while and only
stare at the fountain.
Ian, while continuing to stare at the fountain, speaks, “Do you believe in angels, Brandon?” His hands are put
together as if he were praying.
Brandon replies to Ian, “I can’t answer that at all, I don’t even know what they are. They just look like humans
with wings.” Brandon stares at the angel on the fountain with curious eyes.
Now turning his gaze to the sky, Ian says, “I think that angels bring us to the sky when we die, carrying us with
their wings.” Looking beyond the sky, Ian notices a single cloud pass by.
“The sky, is it?” Brandon stands up and walks over to the large area of grass and lies down, he stares up at the
sky and says to Ian, “If I lie down like this and look up, it feels like I’m in the sky.”
Ian stands up and well and walks over the Brandon and lies down right next to him, “Maybe when I die...you can
lie down like this and we’ll be in the sky together.” Ian’s smile disappears for a moment as he gazes at the sky as well,
“It feels lonely, all I see is the sky and nothing else...”
Brandon stands up again and he looms over Ian’s face, “Is that so? Well now all you see if me, are you lonely
now?”
His smile returns as he stares at Brandon’s face, “No, I don’t feel lonely at all.”
Sounding very serious, Brandon speaks again, “Then since you’re so gloomy right now, then I’ll say it straight
now, if you die and end up bring brought up to the sky by an angel, then look down and I’ll look up, we’ll see each
other and neither of us will be lonely.”
“Is it really that simple?” Ian asks.
“If it isn’t, then I’ll just have to go up to the sky myself and keep you company.” Brandon says with resolve.
Ian then jumps up and grabs onto Brandon’s shoulders, “No! You can’t joke about that! My heart is near its end,
but you can’t joke about you dying! I don’t want you to die because of me, Brandon!”
Brandon is slightly stunned by this, “I-I get it Ian, but don’t shout or jump up, even if you are going to die, I don’t
want it to happen any faster than it is.” Brandon takes Ian’s hands and takes them off of his shoulders, though still
holds onto them, “I don’t want to lose you either, but you can’t listen to me...” His face shows a sorrowful expression.
Ian also shows such an expression, “It isn’t me, it’s my heart that won’t listen...”
Silence once again fills the entire environment, not even the birds of bugs make a sound now, only two silent
boys stand in the park with their hands together under the clear sky.
There aren't any chapters or anything so the next part won't have any heading. Also, I changed the name of the sickly boy from Sean to Ian since I didn't think Sean fit him too well.
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