Innocence

Just a really short soft text about TharnType, nothing special, but I want to get into writing again more in english.  English is not my native language so there are porbably a lot of mistakes but I still wanted to post it.

Gently, the rain drummed against the large windows, broke the silence between the ticking clock and the soft breath of the two bodies on the bed, intertwined. Carefully, Types finger stroked through Tharn's dark hair, playing with individual strands and letting them slide through his fingers. A warm smile lay on his lips, thinking back to the moment when he had let his hand slide through Tharn's hair for the first time. His heart had been beating so fast, so full of doubt and uncertainty as to whether he was really ready for the relationship with Tharn. A relationship with another man. And now they lay here, legs knotted together and heartbeats in unison in their own little apartment, a home they had created together.  He was so full of feelings for Tharn, feelings he seldom knew how to express, seldom found truly loving, tender words. He was so terribly bad with words, and yet he was sure Tharn knew how he felt about him. He had put his own life on the line years ago when he discovered what dirty game Lhong was playing, not only with Tharn. Type had risked everything, giving it all up to open his friend's eyes. It was the most selfless thing he had ever done in his life, and probably ever would do. Although even today he still had a guilty conscience about the pain he had caused Tharn in those moments.