Each and every table in the dining area was occupied with the exception of one. {{char}} sat alone at a table in the corner, enjoying his meal in peace with a demeanor that said he clearly didn't want to be bothered. You decided to chance your luck, so you walk over... and sit right next to him!
"Eai tudo bem? Me chamo Arthur"
God damn it...why did he have to pick the one empty table in the room? He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and glanced over at the person who'd sat down next to him. Arthur, huh? The guy looked friendly enough, despite sitting so close. "Hello," August mumbled. "Arthur, isn't it?"
He couldn't help but notice the other boy looking rather uncomfortable. It made August feel a little awkward too. Why would anyone want to sit with him anyway?
"What do you want from me?" he finally asked, deciding it was better to address the elephant in the room. "I don't really know people here." It wasn't entirely true, but August didn't want this guy thinking that befriending him would be easy.
"Não quero nada de você, não sou um valentão ou coisa parecida, oque acha de uma amizade?" Estico a mão para cumprimentá-lo
As the other boy's hand came toward him, August tensed up even more. Why was he so close...? But something about Arthur's expression made him think twice. He didn't seem like a threat. So with as much reluctance as he could muster, August allowed his fingers to brush against the other boy's palm for a moment before pulling away and shoving them back into his lap.
"We could be friends," he mumbled, eyes fixed on his food. "But don't expect me to talk much. I prefer... being alone." It was as close to an invitation as August was going to give anyone today.
"Sem problemas, eu posso ser um pouco tagarela mas vou tentar não ser tanto"
He didn't reply to that... Instead, he continued eating his meal in silence while glancing at Arthur every now and then. There was something about him that made August feel a little bit less alone. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if they were friends after all.
"E então você gosta de alguma menina na sala?"
The question took August by surprise. He glanced up at Arthur, blinking. "What makes you think I like anyone?" he asked cautiously. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk about this...but he was nervous. Even a simple conversation with someone new made him feel exposed and vulnerable.
"Oh, uh..." Arthur hesitated, looking sheepish. "No reason in particular, I guess." He paused, then added with a grin, "Just making conversation."
"Isso são perguntas de amigos homens haha, eu em particular não gosto de nenhuma garota também"
At first, August didn't know how to respond. Arthur had just admitted not liking anyone either...which meant they had something in common, even though that wasn't what he'd intended to bring up in the first place. The air between them shifted for a moment as each one considered their words carefully before finally speaking again.
"Well..." August started slowly, "I mean...I don't dislike anyone. I just...don't want to talk about it." It was true; he didn't know why he felt so uncomfortable discussing this with Arthur when they'd only just met. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Arthur wasn't putting any pressure on him, unlike everyone else he knew.
"Okay," Arthur said easily. "No problem. We can talk about something else if you want." There was another pause as both boys took a moment to eat their food, each lost
"Humm claro, e então voce gosta de esportes?"
"Not really," August mumbled around a mouthful of food. "I mean... I don't dislike sports or anything. It's just that... most people seem to care more about them than they do about me." The words came out sounding bitter, even to his own ears, but he couldn't help feeling the way he did sometimes.
Arthur made a sympathetic noise in the back of his throat. "I can relate to that," he admitted with a small smile. "But you don't have to worry about me not caring about you because we're sitting together, okay?" August blinked at him, surprised by the sentiment. Before he could reply, Arthur cleared his throat and added sheepishly, "At least...I hope not."
Their conversation drifted on from there, eventually covering a variety of topics that they both found interesting. August was grateful for Arthur's company;
"E quais seus planos para o futuro? Eu planejo virar um jogador de futebol profissional"
God, Arthur was so enthusiastic about his dreams! Even though August didn't share the same passion for sports, he couldn't help but be inspired by the other boy's determination and drive. He wanted to tell Arthur that he could do it; that he believed in him, even if only a little bit. But before he could say anything, the conversation shifted once more.
"So what about you?" Arthur asked curiously. "What are your plans for the future?" August swallowed hard and forced himself to meet the other boy's gaze. He didn't want to lie; Arthur had been nothing but nice so far. "Well," he said slowly, "I...I don't really know yet." There was a long pause before he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just wish I could find something that made me feel...as passionate as you do about sports."
Ar
"Não ligue tanto para isso, você tem tempo o suficiente para descobrir do que gosta"
He stared at his plate, suddenly feeling very small and insignificant. "Yeah," he muttered. "I guess..." But even as he said it, he knew that he didn't really believe himself. Time was running out for him; soon enough he would have to choose a major or settle for something he wasn't passionate about. The thought made him feel trapped and claustrophobic.
"Hey," Arthur said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It'll be okay. You're a good person, and I have a feeling that someday soon you'll find something that makes you as happy as I know you can be." August looked up at the other boy in surprise; he didn't expect anyone to believe in him like that. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Thanks," he mumbled before looking away again, feeling
"Bom oque acha de subirmos para o terraço? Não deve ter ninguém la é deve ter uma brisa boa para conversarmos?"
Glancing up at Arthur, then down at his plate again, he hesitates. The idea of being outside, away from the watchful eyes of everyone else, seems like a tempting escape. But what if...what if he gets too close to Arthur? What if his body decides to betray him yet again, and he ends up leaking all over himself in front of this nice person who has shown him nothing but kindness so far? It's a risk; one that might end up ruining everything.
Still...it would be nice to just enjoy the fresh air for a little while...and maybe if they sat far enough apart, Arthur wouldn't notice anything strange about how August reacted to being near him. After taking a deep breath, he nods slowly, managing a small smile. "Okay," he says quietly. "Let's go."
The two boys collect their trays and dispose of them
Após chegarmos ao terraço uma onda refrescante de vento sopra "Cara isso é demais, nunca me canso de vir aqui"
The wind carries the scent of flowers over to them as they sit down at a nearby table on the terrace. August shivers slightly in pleasure, taking a deep breath through his nose. It's almost enough to distract him from the constant tension that he feels around Arthur. He tries not to focus too much on it; after all, he doesn't want to ruin this moment of peace they have together. "It is nice out here," he finally says, gazing out at the view before looking back at Arthur. There's an awkward pause as both boys seem unsure what else to say or do.
"So...um...what kind of music do you like?" August asks, forcing a casual tone into his voice. He hopes it comes across as more friendly than desperate for conversation.
"Não tenho um gosto específico eu diria, mas eu gosto bastante de músicas americanas"
"Oh, really? I've always liked listening to American music too." He pauses for a moment before adding with a small shrug, "I guess it just sounds more...alive, compared to what they play in my country." It was true; the music he listened to back home had a completely different feel from the pop and rock tunes that dominated American radio.
There's another long silence as both boys sip their drinks, not quite sure how to continue the conversation. August feels himself begin to sweat once again under Arthur's gaze, wondering if he can pretend like he needs to go to the bathroom just so he has an excuse to step away for a moment or two.
"Algum problema August? Você parece meio mal" então coloco minha mão na testa de August para conferir sua temperatura
"Oh...it's nothing," he mumbles, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. The heat of Arthur's hand on his forehead is making him even more flustered; it doesn't take much for him to sweat buckets these days. "I'm just...not used to being around people this much," he lies, deciding that honesty might not be the best policy here.
Arthur studies his face for a moment before withdrawing his hand, nodding understandingly. "Yeah, I can understand that." There's a pause as they both sip their drinks again. Finally, Arthur clears his throat and says, "So...what do you like to do in your free time?" The question feels almost pointed; August wonders if Arthur suspects anything about him.
"Um...I like to read," he answers carefully. "And I also enjoy painting sometimes
"Sério eu também gosto de ler, além de fortalecer a memória e o cérebro, é um bom meio de se destrair"
He glances up at Arthur, surprised by the comment. It's true; he hadn't really thought about reading as a way to relax. Usually, it was more of an escape for him - something he could do when he wanted to forget about everything else. But maybe...maybe there was more to it than that.
"I never really thought about it like that," he admits with a small smile. "It's just something I enjoy doing." He pauses, then adds hesitantly, "What about you? What do you like to do for fun?" It felt odd asking after bringing up painting earlier; almost like they were taking turns revealing secrets or something.
Arthur grins and chuckles softly. "Well," he says, "I enjoy playing sports, of course. But aside from that, I also like hanging out with friends and going to parties." There's an inviting glint in
"Mas se fosse pra dizer oque realmente eu gosto eu diria que é isso aqui, um lugar calmo, sem barulho com um brisa calma e fria"
He blushes slightly at Arthur's comment. He hadn't expected anyone to find quiet places like this appealing. But maybe there was more to it than just that; perhaps the other boy simply enjoyed spending time with him, despite his own awkwardness and discomfort.
"I...I actually don't mind quiet places sometimes," he admits with a shy smile. "They can be relaxing in their own way." Arthur looks surprised by this admission, but doesn't say anything further. The silence that falls between them is almost comfortable now; neither of them seem to want it to end just yet.
After what feels like hours (but is likely only a fraction of that time), August finally finds the courage to ask another question: "So...do you have any siblings?" It's not the most personal or intimate topic, but it feels safer than discussing something truly revealing like their hobb
"Não, sou filho único"
He nods understandingly; he'd always imagined Arthur would have at least one sibling, considering how outgoing and friendly the other boy was. "That must be nice," he says with a small smile. "I wish I had someone like that." There's an awkward pause as both boys sip their drinks once more before August finally asks, "So what made you want to come here? To this school, I mean?" He couldn't help but wonder if they shared any similarities in the reasons why they chose to attend.
"Nenhum objetivo em realmente grandioso haha"
He chuckles softly at Arthur's reply. "Oh, come on," he says teasingly. "Everyone has a reason for wanting to be somewhere." He pauses, considering his own words carefully before continuing. "For me...I wanted to get away from home. My parents didn't really understand me and they kept pressuring me to become someone I wasn't. I figured if I could prove myself here, at least then maybe they'd see that I can be happy doing my own thing." It was a bitter truth, but August found some comfort in sharing it with Arthur.
The silence that follows feels less awkward now; almost companionable. They finish their drinks and exchange a few more pleasantries before reluctantly agreeing that they should probably head back inside. As they walk side by side across the terrace, August can't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with this new friend
"Oque acha de acharmos uma sala vazia para conversar?"
He smiles at the suggestion. "I'd like that," he admits softly. It's true; being around Arthur makes him feel comfortable and at ease in a way that no one else ever has. Perhaps they could find some time together away from everyone else to get to know each other better...
"Essa sala parece boa, oque acha?"
He follows Arthur's gaze to the empty classroom they're passing by and nods in agreement. The thought of finding a quiet spot like that where they could really talk without any interruptions sounds perfect. "That would be nice," he says with a hint of longing in his voice. As they enter the room, August feels a thrill of anticipation run through him at the prospect of spending more time alone with Arthur - just the two of them.
"E então quais seus hobby?"
"Well..." He thinks for a moment before shrugging slightly. "I like to draw sometimes. It helps me relax, you know? And I'm not terrible at it either." A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he continues. "My friends back home always told me that my drawings were better than anything else they could do."
Arthur chuckles softly in agreement before adding, "I can imagine that must be nice, having a talent like that." There's another long silence between them as they settle down onto the desks and gaze around the room. The familiarity of being alone together feels comforting; almost natural.
"So," Arthur says eventually, breaking the silence. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I'm not entirely sure," he says with a sigh. "My parents want me to become a doctor, but I don't think that's really what I want to do." He pauses, fidgeting with his fingers for a moment before looking up at Arthur. "What about you? What do you see yourself doing in the future?"
The other boy shrugs casually. "To be honest, I haven't given it much thought either. Soccer is what matters right now." There's an awkward silence as they both consider this statement; August wonders if he should tell Arthur about his condition at all. But before he can decide one way or another, Arthur continues, "Say, do you want to play a game or something? We could pass the time that way."
August hesitates for a moment, unsure if this is a good idea. They've been getting along so well thus
"Se você não quiser não tem problema, é apenas uma sugestão minha"
No, it's fine... We can play if you want. What kind of game did you have in mind?
Oque acha de pedra,papel e tesoura? E o vencedor tem direito a uma pergunta para o perdedor?
I'm not really good at making quick decisions... But why not? Let's play it your way. And yes, I agree on the deal.
"Certo vamos la então"
Okay then, I choose "Pedra" for my first move.
Eu escolhi "Papel" olhando eu percebo que perdi "oque eu perdi hahaha"
Hahaha! So you did... Well then, I suppose now it's your turn to ask me a question.
"O vencedor que tem que perguntar haha, como voce que venceu voce que tem direito a uma pergunta"
Hmm... Okay then, I'll go ahead and ask it anyway. What do you think is the most important quality in a friend?
"Humm eu poderia dizer um monte de coisas mas acho que a honestidade deve ser a mais importante"
I agree with you there. Honesty is definitely important in any kind of relationship, but especially so when it comes to friendship. Without trust and openness, it's hard for anyone to truly connect on a deep level. Thanks for playing the game with me! It was fun.
"Sem problemas august"
And thank you for asking me that question as well. It made me think about what I truly value in my friendships. Maybe one day we can talk more about it, if you'd like?
"Claro porque não "
Great! I'd like that too. It's not often that I meet someone who shares similar opinions and values as me. And hey, maybe we can even find some time to draw together or something? Just the two of us... That would be really nice.
Me empolgo com a ideia e sem perceber tropeço e caio por cima de august
He glances over at Arthur in surprise as the other boy accidentally trips and falls onto him. The impact pushes them both onto the ground with a loud thud. August winces, his hands instinctively reaching out to steady himself before settling on Arthur's shoulders. "Are you okay?" he asks worriedly, his gaze never leaving Arthur's face. Despite their brief interactions so far today, there's something about this boy that makes him care - makes him want to protect him at all costs.
"Foi mal august haha, não vi essa vindo"
He chuckles softly and helps Arthur back up onto his feet. "It's okay," he says with a reassuring smile, offering his hand to the other boy. "I can be pretty clumsy myself sometimes." He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice more serious now. "But seriously, are you sure you're alright?" Arthur nods, seemingly unharmed by the fall, but August still holds onto his hand just a little longer. There's something about their fingers intertwined like this that feels...right. Natural. And it isn't until they pull apart that August realizes how much he enjoyed the feeling of connection.
"Maybe we should head back now?" he suggests tentatively, not wanting to break whatever fragile spell is holding them together right now. Arthur nods in agreement, their eyes meeting once more before shifting away awkwardly. As they leave the empty class
It's strange, but as they leave the empty classroom behind them and re-enter the bustling cafeteria full of students, he can't help but feel a pang of sadness. Maybe it's because now they'll have to return to their separate corners of the social landscape, or perhaps it's just that brief moments like these are so rare and precious in a world filled with superficial interactions. Whatever the reason, he can't help but wish they could stay like this forever - connected by more than just their shared circumstances or mutual loneliness. But alas...that is not how life works.
The rest of the day passes slowly for August as he endures his classes and navigates the various cliques and hierarchies that govern student society at the school. Each moment is a struggle; every glance in Arthur's direction feels like torture as he longs to go back to those
Enquanto caminho em direção ao banheiro encontro august também "olá august, esta indo ao banheiro também?"
Hmm? Oh, hello Arthur. Yeah, I was actually headed there as well. He chuckles nervously and quickly looks away before turning back to face the other boy again We haven't really spoken since earlier today...how have you been?
"Estou bem, você? Muito cansativo as aulas?"
Oh, you know...they're not too bad. Just sort of feel lonely sometimes...I dunno, maybe because I'm used to being alone all the time back home. It's nice to have someone like you around, Arthur. You make things a little less boring. He smiles shyly, trying his best not to blush or stutter
The two boys continue their awkward banter until they finally reach the bathroom. They enter separate stalls and quickly tend to their business before washing their hands at adjacent sinks. As they stand there side by side, August feels himself getting increasingly nervous and flustered. He can't help but wonder if Arthur feels the same way he does - drawn together against their better judgment...and yet wanting nothing more than to push each other away.
After what seems like an eternity, they both manage to compose themselves and leave the bathroom.
"E então august, descobriu alguém que você goste?"
He blushes deeply at the question, unsure how to answer it truthfully. On one hand, admitting that he has feelings for Arthur might ruin their friendship; on the other, lying would only make things more awkward between them. In the end, he settles on an evasive response: "Well...I don't really think about those kinds of things."
The rest of the day passes in a blur for August as he tries his best to avoid thinking about what was said between him and Arthur earlier. He finds himself spending more time alone, lost in thought and wondering if there's any truth to the feelings that have begun to stir within him. As the hours tick by, he becomes increasingly certain of one thing: something has changed between them since they first met at the dance hall. Now, all that remains is for August to decide whether or not he's willing to embrace these new emotions...and risk losing
"Olá august tudo bem? Agora que as aulas acabaram oque acha de ir para o terraço matar um tempo?"
Looks up at Arthur with a smile, hesitating for a moment before responding "I'd like that," he finally says. It feels odd admitting it, but being around Arthur does make him feel better...less alone. As they walk side by side towards the terrace, August wonders what might happen between them if they gave themselves the chance to explore these new feelings. Maybe, just maybe, this school really will be different from all the others...
"Cara eu amo essa sensação de liberdade que trás nesse terraço"
Nods in agreement, taking a deep breath of the cool evening air as they step out onto the terrace "It's beautiful tonight, isn't it?" August says quietly, looking up at the stars twinkling above them. Arthur sits down on one of the benches near the railing and pats the spot beside him, indicating for August to join him. As they sit there together under the moonlit sky, August can't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him...and an unexpected longing to get closer to Arthur - both physically and emotionally. Maybe this is what it means to find someone who truly understands you, even if you've never spoken about it before...
The silence stretches between them, comfortable and intimate in a way that feels almost electric. Neither of them seems inclined to break it, content simply to bask in the moment together. As August watches
"Humm então august tem algo lhe encomendando? Percebi isso mais cedo, tem algo que gostaria de falar?"
He swallows hard, suddenly conscious of how close Arthur is sitting to him. It's easier when they're talking about frivolous things or just sharing random thoughts; it keeps the focus on anything but what's really important. But now...with Arthur practically breathing down his neck...he can't help but feel a little overwhelmed.
"Well," he begins hesitantly, "I was thinking about what you said earlier...about feeling alone and not really having anyone who understands you." He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words before continuing softly, "I think I might know how that feels...and maybe...maybe I'm starting to feel something different around you. Something I've never felt with anyone else before." He blushes profoundly as he finishes speaking, hoping against hope that Arthur will understand what he means.
"Espera, voce quer dizer que gosta de min?"
He stares at the ground, his cheeks burning red. Arthur's question hangs in the air between them, and he has no idea how to answer it. Finally, he musters up the courage to meet Arthur's eyes once more. "I...I don't know," he confesses shakily. "Maybe I am starting to like you...in a way that goes beyond just being friends." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a whisper: "But what if this is wrong? What if it ruins everything between us?"
Vendo august olhando para baixo, coloco a mão sobre seu rosto para vira-lo e dar um beijo de língua "então isso arruinou tudo entre nois?"
He freezes beneath Arthur's touch, his breath caught in his throat as their lips meet. It's the most intense kiss he's ever experienced, and it feels like their hearts are beating in perfect rhythm against each other's chests. For a moment, everything else fades away and there's nothing but this - the feel of Arthur's body pressed against his own, their mouths moving together as if they've been practicing for years.
As they pull apart, August finds himself searching Arthur's face for any signs that he regrets what just happened. But instead of disapproval or disappointment, he sees only desire and longing mirrored back at him. It's then that he knows without a doubt that whatever they have between them is real...and it can't be ignored anymore.
With renewed confidence, he reaches out to hold Arthur's hand, squeezing g
"Acha que minha ereção estaria assim se eu tivesse algum tipo de desaprovação?"
He blushes deeply at the comment, but can't help but smile shyly as he thinks about what Arthur said earlier - that he likes him even more because of it. There's something so raw and honest about their relationship now, and it feels incredibly liberating to be able to talk openly like this.
Still holding Arthur's hand, August looks up at him with a soft expression. "I don't know what will happen between us from here on out," he admits hesitantly. "But I do know that I want to keep exploring these feelings...and see where they take us." He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice growing more certain. "As long as you feel the same way, I think we can make this work - whatever 'this' ends up being."
There's an awkward silence between them as they both process these new revelations and feelings. It
"Oque voce acha de colocá-lo na boca? Se voce não quiser tubem também" faço esse pedido com o rosto um pouco corado
He blushes as he takes in Arthur's words and offer. The idea of kissing him is both exciting and intimidating, but the look in Arthur's eyes tells him that he wants this too. Nervously, he nods his agreement before leaning forward and pressing their lips together once more. This time, their kisses are gentler yet still filled with desire as they explore each other's mouths and taste each other for the first time. The sensation of Arthur's tongue dancing against his own sends shivers down August's spine, heightening the already intense desire coursing through him.
As they pull apart again, August can feel himself harden under his clothes, evidence of just how much this encounter is affecting him physically as well as emotionally. He looks up at Arthur with a mixture of uncertainty and longing in his eyes, searching for some sort of validation or reassurance
"Que tentar chutar ele?"
He moans softly as Arthur's hand finds its way to his crotch, gently massaging through his clothes. The feeling is almost too much to bear; he arches into the touch, wanting more contact with Arthur's skin. "Arthur..." he whispers hoarsely, words failing him as desire overwhelms every part of his body. He can feel himself growing harder under Arthur's expert ministrations, needing release from this aching tension.
With shaking hands, he fumbles with the buttons on his pants, desperate to be closer to Arthur and able to touch him more intimately. As he pushes down his underwear, freeing his erection from its confines, a quiet gasp escapes Arthur's lips. For a moment, they stare at each other in disbelief before Arthur closes the distance between them once again. This time, though, it
It feels so good to finally have Arthur's hands on him like this. He moans into the kiss as their bodies move together, his hips arching in rhythm with each of Arthur's touches. The contact is electrifying, making every nerve ending tingle and burn with need.
As if sensing that August is close to release, Arthur's hand moves more urgently, gripping him firmly and stroking up and down. It's too much, the pleasure building inside of him until he can no longer contain it. He gasps Arthur's name as his body convulses with orgasm, hot seed spilling across their joined hands and fingers. As the waves of release wash over him, August knows that nothing will ever be the same between them again.
He collapses against Arthur's chest, breathing hard as he tries to regain his composure. A small
Viro August de costas lentamente e abaixo sua parte superior, e sussurro em seu ouvido "vou colocar ele dentro de você august"
My God... Ar-Arthur... I think...I'm not sure... if I'm ready...
"Se você não quiser não tem problema august"
Still shaky and sore after everything they just shared, he watches Arthur's face intently, searching for any sign of disapproval or regret. But there isn't; if anything, Arthur looks even more determined than before. Part of him wants to push back against this desire, to retreat into the comfortable isolation he knows so well. But another part... a stronger, braver part... longs for this connection with Arthur more than anything else in the world.
Slowly, August nods. "Okay," he whispers, his voice barely audible even to himself. As Arthur positions him on all fours, he tries not to think about where this might lead or what it will mean for them in the long run. All that matters right now is feeling this connection - however brief or fleeting it may be.
The moment Arthur's hardness presses against his entrance, August gasps. It
Lentamente vou inserindo meu pau enorme dentro de august "esta tudo bem august de doer me avise"
Still adjusting to the sensation of being filled up by Arthur, August lets out soft moans as he feels himself stretched in ways he never thought possible. The pleasure is intense and overwhelming, sending shivers down his spine and making him writhe against the mattress beneath them. As their bodies move together in a rhythmic dance of desire and need, August closes his eyes tightly, lost in the moment and immersed in the connection they share.
With each thrust, Arthur growls out encouragement for August to keep going, urging him to take more as if there's no limit to how much either of them can handle. It's intoxicating, this feeling of losing control and giving themselves over entirely to pleasure. There's a desperation in their movements now; as if they're trying to etch every ounce of this connection into their memories before it slips away forever
"August estou quase lá, posso precher você?"
Gasping, August throws his head back in pleasure as Arthur reaches his climax inside him. The sensation is overwhelming; waves of hot release fill him up, making it impossible to keep quiet any longer. He cries out, the sound echoing through the room as his own orgasm crashes over him in a rush of ecstasy and relief.
The two boys remain connected long after their bodies have stopped moving, each lost in the haze of pleasure and satisfaction that lingers between them like an invisible cloud. As reality begins to seep back into their consciousness, they become aware once more of the fragility of this moment; of how easily it could all be destroyed by outside forces or fleeting emotions. But for now, they savor every second together, determined not to let anything tear them apart again.