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For me, his essence never shows cold to gripping ones. He is the very definition of innocence and beauty. His smoldering demeanor was just a way for him to protect the most important thing in his life. I also believe that there is sincerity and tenderness whenever emotions overwhelm him.
Delusion? I do not think so.
The enchanting sculpture is alive. There is not a shred of deceit present in it. Words alone would be very difficult to describe his presence. A writer might think hard just to describe one phrase with hyperbole diction full of praise for his figure. The more beautiful, the more difficult he will be to praise just through a series of letters.
There are still many things related to his beauty. Even the dirtiest thing in your opinion will have 2 depictions when juxtaposed with it. To be the saddest, or it could be a simplistic description of it. Exaggerated but what is happening now is true.
All eyes were glued as he passed. If this was just a fairy tale then those eyeballs would be ripped out from the glare of that stare. Time will feel like being in Nirvana if the steps pass. The fragrance of each blooming flower will be defeated by the sweetness of its tantalizing aroma.
Many say that even angels are jealous of the perfection of the appearance of His creation.
And I agree with that statement.
"Ugh.. a little more, John," the hoarse mumble caused a low chuckle from the man who was now propping up his chin while staring intently at another young man who called his name earlier.
A new day was about to begin and he was already flooded with sweetness beyond sugar. Soon his blood sugar will definitely rise drastically. Indirectly of course.
The sweet face of confectionery, not yet with rosy lips accompanied by strands of light like strands of gold, plump cheeks, sharp nose, pale skin rivaling a newborn baby. Handsome is no longer a word that can describe his face. It was an extraordinary blessing and luck for the visitor, who could freely see and touch the perfect sculpture.
It's still not enough if only his fingers trace the fine lines of the face of the figure in his arms, now his lips are playing with fun, kissing every inch he can reach at that time. Showered him with so much special affection for him.
Of course, all that resulted in a sense of disturbance in his sleep which was not that much. Slowly, so gracefully, his hands grabbed randomly, trying to stop whatever action was going on around him. First, he could only reach for empty air, then managed to grab a short strand, finally, he could touch the slightly cold skin of the perpetrator.
"John, don't bother," he sighed again quietly, as his hand pulled what he thought was pushing him away from the person, John.
What did John do next? Instead of stopping, what is certain is that his activities are getting more intense, kissing every inch of his favorite skin. Maybe he planned to disturb the sleep of the other young man, or maybe he just wanted to make fun of him this early in the morning.
Whatever the intention, it seems to have been very successful.
Unable to endure the irritating distraction, the petals slowly opened, revealing a ruby gem that lit up when the sun's rays directly refracted it. A little slanted, not used to the brightness he gets, but slowly the roundness is getting more perfect. And the first image that greeted him was a broad chest wrapped in his pajamas, hugging his body tightly.
"Ehehe, good morning dear," his forehead felt warm with John's soft lips on it.
"You're annoying. Even though it's the weekend, let me sleep some more."
"But I didn't wake you up? If Louis wants to continue sleeping that's fine."
"And you're going to keep bothering me with that spoiled attitude, aren't you?"
Found out.
"Ahaha, sorry, sorry Louis. But, your face is too cute not to look closely." He made a defense, hoping that Louis's annoyance would subside a little. There is even a pinch that is not so strongly felt at the waist.
"This doctor's words are very good. Do you feel right that you have just been appointed a professor and head of the department of internal medicine, humn?"
"Ouch- no- aww..! Y-yes Louis, sorry, sorry, ahahaha- ouch..!"
"Laugh one more time and don't expect to see me again, stupid doctor."
The morning view is so peaceful. Once he wished to immediately pin his legal ownership to the sweet young man. Tie it with a braid of sacred vows and a ring circle as a perfect sign, witness that the body and soul of the blonde figure belong to John Watson completely. Now he had to be content with his fiancé's title, and be patient for at least a few weeks.
"Akh..! Don't hug suddenly like that John. What if we fall out of bed and bump into it? You're a doctor but you can't take care of yourself yet."
"Then will Louis be the personal nurse for this careless doctor?"
Nodding faintly, the hue changed until it overpowered the freshly harvested tomatoes. And he who does not let go of the confines of his beloved.
"H-have a shower. He said he wanted to find a wedding dress, right? We'll be late for the boutique again," the stammering sentence even tightened the bear hug he got.
"If I fall, it's because I'm caught in your sweet charm, Louis."
Maybe it's true that John is sick right now.
"John idiot..!"
That morning getting a gift of love from the bride-to-be in the form of a hand on his cheek is not a bad thing.
***
"Sorry Louis, don't frown anymore, okay?"
"Hump! Stupid John! Idiot! Just drive well and don't talk to me!"
A resigned smile against a gloomy background accompanies their walk to the boutique, the place where the two of them are traveling.
Louis will clearly say that if he is now in the world of illustration, the image of an oversized puppy with a gloomy face like being thrown away by its owner is imprinted on his fiancé who glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Fortunately, Louis learned so much from his brother about the game of expression that his lips twitched not being visible.
His hands are now supporting a sharp chin and directing his eyes completely on the road. Not crowded but not too quiet, sometimes there are still queues of vehicles let alone approaching traffic lights. They still had a long way to go, and it was still very early in the morning when they set out.
"The streets of the capital city are more congested than we thought," his favorite soft voice called out.
"This is why I don't like living in the city. Don't feel guilty for being so stupid, I said less not hate it," Louis cut in first, knowing that the young doctor beside him was ready to apologize.
Frowning, John tried to defend himself, "but I promise once we're married we'll move to a quieter suburb that suits you better, Louis."
"And your job? Didn't the director ask you to stay close to the Hospital for easy access?"
The red light stopped the car's speed, made the young man face each other and in his favor, could say right into the eyes of his beloved.
"You're more important than any other priority in my life, Louis. For work matters, I can ask the director to discuss my placement at the branch office again, or I'll work from home altogether. The thought of leaving you alone at home makes me unmotivated to work- aw! Louis it's hurt! N-nose..!"
The sharp red bead narrowed, even more, his hand not yet satisfied with pulling his man's sharp nose before he was forced to let go because the traffic light had turned green. John took advantage of the opportunity that came at the right time to sit up straight again and start his car while stroking his reddened nose.
The atmosphere that had previously melted away was now back again like a stiff start. Louis chose to stare out the window and John had to rack his brains to find a way to get his fiancé's mood back.
The roar of the engine was a silencer between them. Wanting to try something, John decided to play the radio attached to his car. Hoping who knows there is a good song he can use to get the attention of the sweet young man.
"Now payback is a bad b**ch
And baby, I'm the baddest
You f**kin' with a savage—"
'Why is that!? Change, change!'
"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?
Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts—"
'Isn't there anything else!?'
"You triflin', good for nothing type of brother
Oh silly me, why haven't I found another—"
All his life, John had sworn he'd only hated something called a car radio. Don't forget the songs you don't know yourself playing at the wrong time. Maybe tomorrow he'll ask the car radio to be unplugged or delete the mood-crushing broadcast just now.
"Instead of trying something stupid, it's better to just open the map and watch the road so we can get there quickly."
"Y-yes, Louis."
And that time John also hoped that the car they were driving would go faster so that he could reach his destination.
***
KRING! KRING!
Sparkling white shades welcome two new pairs of eyes entering there. The awe-inspiring smiles of the many suits plastered in front of them were unabashedly released. Walk slowly through the little area there because who knows, one or two will steal their hearts.
Piles of white cloth and some kind of color were visible. Whether hung or displayed with mannequins, they all have their shine. John and Louis at that time probably understood more or less how Eve felt when they shopped. Their eyes alone are very difficult to leave one alone.
Each model on display spoils their eyes. The colors are similar but each one looks beautiful. One by one seen and there is nothing that does not make them fall for its charm.
"Welcome, gentlemen. Can I help you?"
The arrival of a shopkeeper startled the two of them. Quickly John turned around to say what they were coming for. "We're looking for a wedding dress. Ah, we also happened to have an appointment with Mr. Eden."
As if remembering something, the maid smiled brighter and raised his hand, inviting them to enter the interior of the boutique. "Mr. Eden earlier ordered to take his guest directly to his room. Then please come this way."
The hallway not only gleamed with the wall decorations, but every mannequin was extravagant because his outfits embellished the most boring parts of a building. The sweet young man's red beads couldn't stop admiring, imagining how beautiful it would be to be surrounded by shiny things every day. But again he shook his head, knowing that this wasn't his style at all.
John who glanced from the side secretly smiled, relieved that his partner's mood was no longer bad. Either he should be grateful to have this appointment now or not. Confidence comes naturally. Considering their wedding date is getting closer, he also feels the closeness they experience is getting closer. Maybe it's his imagination, maybe he's overconfident. In the end, the happiness of taking your partner to the altar is a dream come true.
"John? If you're still daydreaming, better wait in the car."
"Ehehe, how could I miss the chance to see my bride-to-be wearing wedding clothes."
A faint blush undeniably appeared without greeting on his white cheeks. Louis more than knew his man loved to tease him. They had been together for years and he couldn't get used to it. Still, like the first time, the pounding was the same, bigger and louder.
"W-walk quickly. I'll leave later," he said before taking a step forward, leaving the loyal man with a smile to stand there.
'Louis gets cuter when he's shy,' he thought as he tried to follow the direction the boy had gone.
The shop was not so big that it only took them a short time to reach Mr. Eden's place. A man of quite an age but no wrinkles were visible on his warm smiling face. His attire is a simple shirt with a vest and on his wrists are bracelets with pins. Smooth greenish-brown hair, arranged in such a way.
Realizing the arrival of his guests, Eden turned to greet them in a friendly manner. "Mr. John and Mr. Louis! Welcome to my small shop."
"Thank you for taking the time in your busy schedule," a handshake was carried out as a form of formality for the two.
"I should be the one thanking you for trusting me to make your wedding dresses. And oh! Congratulations on the wedding!"
A low laugh was now heard from behind them. The person who had been silent for a long time now joined the simple conversation. "We should be grateful if Mr. Eden wants to make our clothes. After all, Mr. Eden is a close and trusted acquaintance of my brother regarding clothes. Of course, it is an honor to have you as our designer."
The compliment seemed too much for him who was just an ordinary person with a hobby of making clothes, "You guys compliment me too much. Well, how about we start trying on the clothes? I've made some models that might suit your taste."
Both John and Louis faced each other and nodded "I'll be waiting for you, Louis."
The blush of shame still couldn't let up on Louis' face. He quickly went into the changing room that the shop clerk had shown earlier. "This way please sir."
"Then let me take you myself, Mr. John."
"John is enough, and thank you, Mr. Eden," 'I can't wait to see Louis,' again his trembling mind had been screaming with joy.
***
It took more than half an hour, the bride and groom chose and made the best suit according to them. Without knowing each other's choices, they both guess which style their partner likes. This is a unique thing to do because usually the suit has been designed in a pair and you just need to choose it. But at Louis' request -please read it as coercion with the lure of condoning what happened in the car- they agreed to use this unusual method.
The first time out of the dressing room was John. His choice fell on a white shirt suit with a classic bow tie, complemented by a jet black suit that matched his pants. There is a small daffodil embroidered detail on the bottom of the suit as well as dark purple stone cuffs which again have the daffodil symbol in the middle. A black vest was also worn to keep his shirt from moving and wrinkling. His hair was still the same as before, only slightly slicked to the side to at least have an idea of his main day.
"Ugh, it's too tight," he moaned softly as he tried to loosen the collar of his shirt. Even though there was a cooler installed, it was the nervousness and unfamiliarity of wearing this formal dress that made him feel stifling.
'Which suit do you think Louis will choose?'
For a moment that curiosity alighted because the answer he was looking for immediately appeared.
"J-John?"
The cheers of his original plan, before John turned around and swallowed all the spit that was in his mouth.
There, just behind the barrier cloth, was a young man standing in a white shirt that had short tasseled sleeves and a tie tied with a ribbon. In the center of the tie was a bright orange gemstone with the symbol of the crossandra, as did the underside of the sleeves of his coat. An ivory white coat was worn, matching the color with cloth pants. There is also a white vest holding up his undershirt. The golden hair was the same, not so much styled only his long right bangs were partly tucked in his ears.
A very beautiful entity defeated Goddess, said John. His eyes widened, no chance to blink even a little. That wasn't enough to make Louis blush, too embarrassed to look at his fiancé to look down.
Realizing from his delusion, John smiled broadly, stepped closer to his tiny figure, and hugged him tightly. His nose that touched the blonde strands could inhale the floral scent, like the soap he used.
"You are very beautiful Louis. Too beautiful that I would envy if anyone saw you beside me," a warm kiss on the top of his head was proof of the sincerity of the sentence.
"Idiot..! We're outside."
"I want the whole world to know how happy I am to see this bride of mine."
His eyes widened, between guessing and not guessing the man's words. "Bride and groom, doctor," John lightly pinched his waist along with a low chuckle from Louis.
Remembering something, Louis released his arms and asked John to wait a little longer. Confused, John showed when the young man entered his dressing room again. A few moments passed and finally, John knew what Louis wanted to show, and was stunned by it.
An almost transparent white cloth was seen sitting on his fiancé's golden crown. There is a small tiara that supports it so it doesn't fall. The cloth is not long like most of its kind, only touching the chest if measured through the eye. All layers are placed behind, not in front because it is not yet time.
That's not enough, a small bouquet with mostly purple petals -all variations of purple- and white is held by the bride tightly, conveying his nervousness. Wisteria and Daffodil looked like they were, but there were bits of orange Crossandra in places. Very attractive combination. The bouquet may be made of plastic flowers, but perfection comes from it.
John was stunned, maybe his whole life with Louis was filled with shocks that stopped his heart. I don't know what good he did in the past to get this lucky. He didn't want to think about it at all, just his focus on this young man in his future would get all the attention, get everything.
A wide smile formed on his lips again. His feet stepped forward, his hands welcomed, embracing his lover in his arms again. This time it's not as tight as before, but it can still be said to be strong because it can't be released.
Louis at that time was only able to hide his face, not daring to look directly at the man to be husband. Throughout his life, a curt look has often been his mainstay in seeing someone. His meeting with his heart partner unconsciously changes his life and perspective. Not completely, it takes time and hard work for it. But both are not a problem at all. Time will forever be crossed as long as separation does not meet them.
"I love you so much, Louis. After we get married, let's move to the suburbs and live happily ever after," John whispered softly in his ear.
Louis gave a slow nod, "I love you too, John. Wherever you go, there I will be by your side."
***
After both fitting and looking in the boutique, now they are back in the car intending to take a walk for a while looking for lunch. Buying clothes is more tiring than they think.
"I wonder how a woman has that much energy to last all day," Louis complained, leaning his chin on the hand that supported the car door handle.
John, who was focused on driving, couldn't help but laugh knowingly, he didn't expect it either. "Would you like to stop by for a bite to eat, or do you want to go for a walk first? At the park? At the mall?" He asked trying to distract his fiancé.
Looking up, thought for a moment before Louis said his decision cheerfully, already forgetting his annoyance. "We go for a walk and buy snacks, then we walk again and eat."
"Ahaha, are you sure you won't starve later?"
"Won't."
"Okay, okay. Do you want to go to the park near the end of the crossroad? Or do you want to be close to the Mall?"
"Wanna at the end of the crossroad!"
A slow nod in response before John slowly picked up the pace a bit so they could both get there faster. The roads were not that congested, and their destination was not far from their current location. However, seeing Louis' enthusiastic reaction, John himself wanted to get to his destination quickly.
"When I get there I'll immediately queue at the ice cream and cotton candy kiosk. We'll also try the crepes later, don't forget the fruit juice, can you hear John?"
"Anything for you honey," come on, how could he refuse a request from Louis?
A happy smile continued to stick on the blond youth's lips. Until the two of them got to the park and shopped for all they wanted, the sweet arc just kept going.
Indeed, this was not the first time they had walked, spreading the fragrance of flowers every step of the way, until every eye was on them. But neither John nor Louis bothered him. Both of them prefer to enjoy their time together which may have to wait a long time for it to happen again.
Coincidentally, the path that the two of them were now on was deserted, not a single person could be seen passing it even though the weather was sunny at that time. Again, they didn't mind too much, thinking about the advantages of being alone together.
The view that spoils their eyes is no less amazing. The majority of purples, all sorts of shades of purple, with the beautiful melting of the wisteria stalks greeted them. Weeds that were only taken care of to look presentable from a city park side, were prettier than one could think. The scent alone is soothing to just sit under it.
The existing petals are also not tied, one by one like tiny rays that hit the ground, not fading the color, even more, beautiful and enchanting.
Their complementary hands tightened, indicating that any blow would just pass through them, without breaking the bond. A hand that was perfectly wrapped around an arm that was more robust than hers, delivering a feeling of thrill and warmth at the same time. The marble altar that was supposed to be a while away had just been seen, but now the trail that was traversed had revealed the picture.
"Are you happy Louis?" The question was too simple to describe the overflowing happiness that surrounded him.
A sweet smile only for his beloved man is given without shame, "happy or excited, the words are still too sad to describe my feelings. I hope this day can be eternal."
The autumn light slowly faded away, not towards spring but into the coldest winter.
"John?"
A gentle stroke moved gently on the top of his head, "There will be no words forever, Louis. Only memories can stay until finally, the breath of life where he lives disappears. Remember that I will be waiting for you, so don't rush Louis. Stay happy, until the time comes. This wisteria is blooming again for us."
"What, you mean John? These wisterias, they're blooming now and in a few months, aren't they? Why wait for them to bloom again?"
Louis had to wait a little longer for his reply, letting his eyes close from the long kiss on his forehead. Again the feeling was pounding, the difference was that Louis was sure he hated this pounding.
His fist turned white, just realized he was no longer holding his arm but directly in the palm of his man, his John who kept smiling annoyingly in front of him.
"You promised we'd go out all day. You'll treat me to snacks, take me to restaurants, and whatever else your mouth says. If you're human, keep your promise stupid!"
"Louis," his cheeks were cold, freezing disgustingly cold, "we've done it. We've walked to the end of this Wisteria trail, but a car is about to hit you and I take your place. Please forgive me, but I want you to live on."
The pomegranate is blurry for two reasons, because of the flowing tears, and the blurry vision for no reason.
"You wished me a long life. You took me along the vines of Wisteria hoping to see me one with them. But most cruelly, you also took my life and soul, took it with you, and made me stay with the only body. Doesn't the word sorry sound very cowardly? and unforgivable?"
A long kiss made Louis realize that dreams and reality are so similar that one could mistake one for the better when in reality they are both vicious.
.
.
.
The funeral went smoothly, as heavy as the rain that hit his thin body. Footsteps have not moved even though hugs and invitations floated until half an hour ago. His knees weakened, not caring if his black pants got dirty on the wet ground.
After all, the land was also part of his current lover.
No white lilies or anything like that. In hands that were almost stiff from the cold, a bouquet of Wisteria dropped its petals which were now covered in mud.
It was the first time the vocal cords were vibrating. Loud laughter was silenced by the heavy raindrops and flashing thunder, as well as the disguised salty discharge.
"Yeah, now I understand John," he began. "Life is long, you are now immortal with the beautiful purple petals up there, leaving me forever sad below. Our lives are long but different, so is there any point in me holding on to it?"
Let him be stoned with a rusty knife, gouge out his eyeballs, and let his intestines scatter. But if asked to run a day without the autumn light, then Louis can only smile softly, saying that his body is no longer driven by muscles but is run arbitrarily by the ropes of fate.
"Wait until the Wisteria blooms again, Louis."
"And when was that?"
No answer at all.
"You just don't know. Just as ignorant as your favorite Wisteria stalks you can't count them anyway."
The white marble touched lightly, "the way you say goodbye is so rotten, John. I never would have thought you would be this bad with that warm smile you still managed to put out."
The sad words the younger man did not realize that the figure behind him was just as unsettled and continued to pray to the Almighty to strengthen his lover, before they were back together, in Wisteria's immortality.