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Final

by jenntheninja
Tags   romance   angst   oneshot   sliceoflife   originalcharacter   | Report Content

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James was four the first time he saw the other boy. The one who seemed to blend in with the soft moonlight streaming through the leafy canopy in his garden. He looked a lot older than James, perhaps 17 or so, and his skin was a silvery white color. The curious four year old wondered why the older boy was so pale, and why he could see the faint outline of his mother's rose bush through his body. His mother always told him that everyone is different, and that he needs to be understanding and accepting of other's differences, so he didn't think about it too much. 
 
He wanted to go say hi, but then be remembered his mother's warning: Don't talk to strangers. Instead, he contented himself with watching him from his bedroom window. James admired the older boy's soft, wind blown hair and delicate facial features, but he also noticed the hunched shoulders and slight quivering that indicated the boy was crying. 
 
Two weeks later he saw the boy again. The garden below his bedroom window was shadowed and moonlight filtered through the tree branches before pooling around the old wooden bench in front of the roses. The boy sat on the bench, shoulders drooping and eyes cast towards the ground. James moved away from the window and padded over to the door to his bedroom before opening it with just barely enough room for him to slip through. The house was silent, but the four year old managed to sneak into the kitchen and unlock the back door with his child-sized hands. 
 
The older boy didn't look up as James approached, "Why are you sad?" 
 
The boy on the bench looked up and wiped away a silvery tear, "Y-you can see me?"
 
"Of course I can see you." James scrambled up onto the bench beside him. "Please don't be sad."
 
"I thought I was alone." The older boy looked up at the starry expanse above their heads, "I thought I would be alone forever."
 
James sat in silence for a moment before giving him a toothy grin, "My name is James, what's yours?" 
 
The older boy looked down at the adorable child sitting next to him, "Luke."
 
"Please don't cry anymore, Luke. I'll be your friend and you'll never have to be alone ever again."
 
The corners of Luke's mouth tugged upwards and his doe eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill over his pretty lashes, "Do you really mean that?"
 
"Of course!" James said with absolute finality. After all, he was only four. 
 
Luke and James grew close over the next few years, almost as close as two friends could get. His parents said that Luke was his imaginary friend, which confused James a lot because Luke wasn't imaginary. Sure, he was translucent and a bit on the pale side, but that didn't mean he wasn't real. 
 
Luke never said much when he tried to talk to him about it, he would mutter, "It doesn't really matter as long as you're here," and go off to sulk. 
 
All good things in life must come to an end, and once James started school and made new friends, he began to see Luke less and less. Luke didn't blame him though, it was probably for the best for James to forget him. He deserved friends that he could hug and even hug him back when he needed someone to comfort him, something Luke would never be able to do. 
 
Lukecwould return to the garden below James' window every night, remembering the days when they would lay under the stars pointing out the different constellations and making their own. 
 
Luke missed his best friend, the boy who took the time to see him when no one else did, but he didn't hold it against him. James was there for Luke when he needed someone the most, so Luke made sure he returned the favor. 
 
Luke was there for James when he turned 16 and met a pretty girl named Sara. Luke liked Sara, he liked the way she was able to make James smile like no one else could, and he rejoiced when the two of them got together barely a year later. He was there when James and Sara were forced to go to college away from each other. Luke hated seeing the tears stream down James' face every night, he hated the fact the he couldn't comfort his friend. It was at the moment Luke wished he was alive again. If he was alive then he could pull James nto his arms and wipe away the tears, he could whisper words of comfort into James' ear, and assure him everything would be okay and he would be able to see Sara again. 
 
But he wasn't alive. He was dead, a mere shadow of what he used to be. 
 
Luke stayed by James' side over the years, no matter how much it hurt. He stayed when James graduated with honors from college, and he was there three years later when he dragged Sara to a secret picnic on the beach, where he proposed as the ocean turned purple and red from the sun sinking under the horizon. He stayed when Sara surprised James with a baby boy from the local adoption agency, and he cried silver when James decided to name their child Luke.  
 
He waited patiently as the dark hair on James' head slowly faded away to gray and he moved from his home to the hospital. He stayed as the monitor by James' bed began to beep erratically before fading away to nothing, and he was there to take James' pale, silvery hand for the first time since they met 74 years earlier. 
 

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Anggie  on says about chapter 1:
It's lovely. Sad, but beautiful. Luke is a great friend :')

colorcoded  on says about chapter 1:
omg this so sad :(

cynical_innocence  on says about chapter 1:
Omg this was so beautiful :')

Btw. I see jongin's name there :3

fadingsunset  on says about chapter 1:
This story was beautifully written; I honestly loved every part of it from beginning to end! Once I finished reading, I almost cried (not because I was sad, but because I didn't know how to react;;;;)

byzelo  on says about chapter 1:
typing error, I see jongin's name.
but anyway
can i cry bc this is beautiful
Luke is sucha nice friend ;;
they finally are able to touch each other, oh my god, I am so touched pls

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