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Stop This Song
By blasphemy

 

The wind whispered in the wind, whistling harshly, sending cold shivers down William's spine, through his shirt. Sighing, he stuffed his hands further in his pocket, wondering why he agreed to meet Gabe here in the first place. Sure, he would love to see him again, but he could not stand to see him again.

Ugh.

William glanced around with soft caramel eyes looking for harsh deep brown ones. He stood at the lakefront, cursing himself and wishing to have a reason to curse the heavens, but really, he was here all on his own. It was dark tonight, the glorious light of the Buckingham fountain somewhere behind his back.

William shifted a step forward, closer to Lake Michigan. Sudden impulses yearned for him to jump in but he resisted. He may be vulnerable and junk but he wasn't stupid. Another sigh came from his throat.

<i>No, <u>seriously</u>, Bill</i>, he told himself, <i>why the fuck are you here?</i>

It was useless because there was simply no response.

A shuffle of soft footsteps ascended, approaching him. William didn't have to turn around to know exactly who it was. He stepped back, away from the lakefront. It was no use jumping now. Even if he was stupid enough to complete the action (which he <u>so</u> was not), Gabriel would just jump in after him and they would both die.

Even if William rather hated him right now, he really did not want Gabe's death to be anytime soon. Gabe still had to tour and receive awards for his power ballads and recognition and become a part of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Ohio. Gabe had to have kids, maybe get married, and die an old man, asleep in his bed.

Not by jumping after his ex-boyfriend into Lake Michigan.

"I didn't think you'd show up," Gabriel's soft, gloomy voice cut the silence, cut the wind's whistle.

William looked to the left, spotting a late night jogger down the sidewalk. It was a bit dangerous to be out around here this late, but William would be hypocritical to heed a warning, considering he was out here this late as well.

Gabriel also did not expect him to speak with a voice so broken and tired. "I almost didn't, actually."

"Thank god you did, I want to talk to you, Bill." Gabriel stepped forward, reaching out to touch William's arm in process.

William cringed at his touch, his heart spazing and the spot where Gabe's fingertips rested melting with a smoldering heat. He stepped away from it only to have a discourage Gabe frown at him. "<i>Please</i>, William," he pleaded.

William looked down at his shoes, at the sidewalk, at the rippling of tiny waves as they hit the rocky shore a few feet below him. For a moment, he wanted to jump back in, not caring about Gabe's reaction. However, he did not. As much as he wanted to...

"Talk, I'm listening," he quipped sharply.

Gabriel almost cringed. Instead, he stepped forward and pulled William back, away from the short, "Walk with me?"

William only nodded. Gabe tried to smile and threaded their fingers together, leading the other boy down the lakefront, towards the boardwalk near the sandy shore.

"You know I <b>never</b> meant to hurt you, William. I don't know what happened to us. It seems like we fell apart. Even in the last few days, I knew you could feel it. It was impossible not to. I guess what happened on stage with Pete was only the straw that broke the camel's back."

William listened quietly at Gabe's speech. He knew every word the other boy spoke was full of truth. The <b>whole</b> truth, and <i>nothing but</i>. The first steps on the boardwalk, creaked under their weight.

"Bill?" Gabe asked softly.

Tears threatened to brim his eyes and he pushed them back. He didn't know what to say, in all honesty. The water splashed softly onto the dark wood below them, the reinforcements on the boardwalk. Gabe took his hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a chaste kiss.

William finally looked right at him, eye-to-eye and vocalist to vocalist. He watched Gabe curiously, as to what would be his next move. Unsurprisingly, his Hispanic companion questioned, "May I have this dance?"

William knew this routine. Gabe loved to dance when there was no music. If William ever asked why he loved it more when there was no music, Gabe would respond with <s>the line of a sweet talker</s> the sweetest thing. <I>The music is in our hearts, baby.</i>

And nothing more was said of it.

William nodded a bit, deciding to scold himself for it later. The two rotated in a rhythm to no beat around the wood, each step with a creak. Gabe's hands resting peacefully on William's waist and William's own past Gabe's neck.

"<i>I miss you, Bill</i>. I miss the dancing; I miss the late night phone calls. I miss staying up until six in the morning just to watch a disappointing sunset. I miss your fingertips running though my hair. I miss you. I was an idiot for doing that with Pete; I was an idiot for breaking up with you. I'm <u>still</u> an idiot, but even an idiot deserves a second chance."

William took in his words and tried not to smile. He didn't want to have Gabe again. He didn't want Gabe to break his heart again. He didn't want the insecurity, the stress, and the fatigue. He didn't want to mess up a rocky friendship; he didn't want <I>this</I> anymore.

Yet Gabe was all William ever wanted, he was all William could ever ask for in one lifetime.

Instead, the boy rested his head on Gabe's shoulder and continued the rotation. Gabriel understood the action, because William speaks in body language not words, and pulled him closer by the small of his back.

"You don't know what you do to me."

After William's comment, they said no real words.

The two stood on the boardwalk with the waves crashing below their feet and raw emotion in the air, dancing to no music. William soon learned that Gabe was right after all, they didn't need the real music in a boom box and vinyl records. They had all the music they needed here on the boardwalk, because just like William's was in Gabe's heart, Gabe's song was still playing in William's heart.

 

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