Now I understand it. Now I understand my most hated phenomena. I hate thunder, but this is the moment that I've realized that that's what I'm feeling inside. Sometimes nature needs breathing. It needs to let out the boiling emotion inside. Because It needs to scream sometimes.
I look at his face. His thick brows, his pointed nose, his growing stubble - I touched it with my palm. I caressed his face lightly, tracing the ends of his brows down to his nose and to his lips. His lips parted slightly as I did that.
His eyes were closed and we were both naked wrapped around a blanket. His arm is my pillow and his other arm is wrapped around my unclothe waist.
I smiled lightly and sadly. A tear escaped my eye and I immediately wiped it.
'I have only ever loved you, Hugh.' I uttered i
