He loves him.
März awakens quietly; his long lashes flutter open, revealing red eyes. There’s someone wrapped around his form, which causes the teen to glance over toward. Sunshine filters through their bedroom window, splashing its rays to illuminate the other boy’s golden brown hair. He shifts his position underneath the covers to face the other boy. His face looks so young, blissful and contented and März can’t help but smile toward.
He’s beautiful, he can’t deny that fact. This feeling in his chest agrees too, and he’s never felt like this prior with someone. This warm feeling had to be love, right? The love described from the fairytales, that was genuine and filled with happiness. It’s something he always dreamt of, but now it’s something he finally achieved. And being together with a loved one is good, because if he was alone no doubt that he’d probably go mad here.
There were other residing in this institution too, ranging from children, teenagers and young adults. There were also people dressed in all white too, who almost never spared them a glance and spoke in whispers amongst themselves. They permitted them to go into the nearby town, but they had a strict curfew. And no one wanted to enrage them. In all honesty, März wasn’t sure why they were all here but he was just contented to be by Thomas’s side. He lays there a moment longer, then goes to rise up and leave the bed until he feels someone wrap themselves around his waist.
“Oh, Thomas… I’m sorry did I wake you?” He whispers softly, then shifts again so he can face the other boy, tenderly kissing him on the lips. He then pulls away, smiling. “Good morning, sleepy head, did you sleep well…?”