Alone

Pairing: Gold/Silver
Rating: T
Warning: Slash (only some hugging though)

Summary: Only he is able to make me feel safe and comfortable.

Note: Not much to say... Just: I love Silver.

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I'm not alone.

I might have only a few friends. But they are what they are: friends. They don't mind me around them; they spend their precious time with me.

However, none of them are close to me. I like to be isolated most of the time. Perhaps, it's because I don't know any better than being separated from others.

I've always been different. I've always been the freak. The heartless, egoistic, isolated freak.

With an aura around myself that causes others to keep a great distance and at times even makes them fear me. I'm pretty sure that even my friends get the creeps whenever I'm around them. But they don't mind. They let me be.

Probably, it's because of a simple fact. I've changed.

There was a time in my life when I thought that my lonely, broken life was the best of it I could get. I needed no one. All I had was my mission and a messed up past, a father who would rather spend his money on a giant robot amusement park than his own son. So, actually, all I had back then was nothing.

I had nothing and maybe, I still don't. But it doesn't matter.

Things have changed a bit. I still might be the freak. But I've let my isolation wall crack, eventually breaking open just enough.

Just enough for him to reach behind it and pull me out of my self-made glass cage, every once in a while.

It's him to drag me into the cafe down the street to meet up with his -our- friends. And even into this white shirt.

I'm not the one to show affection. Neither the one to start conversations. And none of these things in public. But it all doesn't matter when I'm with him. Because then, I feel safe.

Because then, happiness makes sense.

Absentmindedly, I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling myself closer to his warm body. My head lying on his shoulder, I close my eyes and try to hide from the glares. It must look strange to watch a boy hugging another so affectionately like I do, so many times when I'm out with him.

Or it's not that. It's me.

Silence falls upon us, and I feel him pulling me even closer. While I'm holding onto his black shirt, I inhale the sweet scent of his shampoo which forces me to lean in more so that I'm able let to myself float in this comforting bubble he always shuts me in.

And suddenly, I don't mind the others shooting glares at me.

I open my eyes to watch his lips curl up into a wide smile, probably reacting to Red's latest idiotic stunt. He loves to laugh, I remember. A thing about him I used to dislike so much. As much as the odd-looking glasses he used to wear on top of his hat. I still don't know what they were for but my guess is that he pretended to look cool with them.

Like he needs to prove it.

His grip on me tightens when another person joins us. I don't know who, I only know that they are another of my few friends. I don't even care. I'm safe, I'm not alone when he's holding me so closely.

My eyes shut close again, and I start to wonder if he feels comfortable with me so close. Doesn't matter where we are, it doesn't matter when or with whom we are together. I always cling onto him. And he never pushes me away, he never rejects me.

He said once, he didn't mind me in his life. He didn't care what other people might think about us always holding onto each other. It doesn't matter to him that no one else liked me, that not even my father loved me.

And that's simply because he loved me.

But he is alone with that.