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It had always been a temporary arrangement. Furquen had to remind himself of that now more than ever. He pulled himself up out of Varyan’s bed and stretched. The rain outside seemed to never stop.          With nowhere to go for now, the late teen dragged himself into the kitchen and opened a bag of chocolate cookies. The expiration date had been passed only by a little while, but the sugary treats had already begun turning chewy. Furquen wasn’t bothered, though. Sweets would need to properly go bad for him to hold back from snacking on them.    »Trust me, I can bake cookies that are far more delicious than those«, a voice whispered behind Furquen before the slender, gentle hands of the 21-year-old he had shared yet another night with embraced him from behind.            »You know I wouldn’t be there to taste them.«         »Well, you are allowed to dream.«        »Such things seem pointless now, Varyan.« His voice grew more sombre, and the soft boy freed himself from the loving grasp.        The late morning transitioned into early noon seamlessly. Furquen longed to at least hear the birds chirping again, as they always did in the shared backyard of Varyan’s apartment.          »You know you cannot stay here, right? You knew-«          »Yes. I know.«          »Alright, Furq.« Varyan pulled the curtain shut again, out of sight, out of mind. With a bit of aimless wandering, he eventually ended up behind the younger one again and massaged his shoulders.     »I never would have expected this. But it makes me glad.«           »Let’s stop talking about this, Varyan, okay?«, Furquen whispered with a slight crack in his voice, instantly regretting his words. »Just… you are all I want. For the time that I still get to have with you. Before our arrangement runs out.«     »Yes, I understand.« Varyan moved around his temporary boyfriend and gifted him a soft kiss on the forehead. It was afternoon by the time the shaking house announced the ember’s winds. »I… I think now I am afraid, Varyan.« »I know. I am too.« »I love you, Varyan.«         »I know.«      »Once we’re there, do follow the sparkling scarlet flame.«           »Of course, my love.«       »Your love.«

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No hesitation in euphoria       A firework he utters       A boy he grasps from gutters       He and him in twirling waltzing vim       He, who, in arpeggios, found him No reluctance in commitment