Creative Writing: The Cold War

"Wayworn Adar Malik," his name rolled off the taller man's tongue with ease, sending a shiver down his spine. "How long has it been?"

The guests looked at him with curiosity. Wayworn suddenly realized he wasn't even paying attention to what August said. He stuttered, "what has?"

August's light laughter filled Wayworn's ears, it was such an amazing sound he made. Wayworn remembered when he craved that laughter when he made August laugh every morning, afternoon, and evening. He remembered his uncontrollable laughter, his sad laugh, his nervous laugh. His laughter was incredibly pleasing to listen to, it was until now Wayworn knew he missed August. He missed him so much, it became painfully obvious he didn't like to find his bed empty every …show more content…
August appeared largely unaffected by Wayworn's appearance at his wife's birthday party. Wayworn didn't even know the reason for doing so.

"Five years? Six?" He made it look like he didn't know, but he knew the exact time August rushed out the house, slamming the front door in the process. He was full of rage, it was unclear why now, everything seemed to pass like a blur that eventful day.

"Surprised to find we with a wife?" August asked, an inquisitive look on his face.

Wayworn contemplated on what to say. Should he joke about his orientation, or just say no as an attempt to appear unamused? "I thought you were as straight as a circle, and to find you with a woman was absolutely unexpected. I didn't even know you like both genders."

Augustine smirked, "Surprise!"

Wayworn gave him a sad smile. The guest laughed, but Wayworn stared at the man, he wanted him so badly. He wanted to find him in his house, in his kitchen, in his living room, in his bed, writhing underneath him. He wanted to wake up to find his love next to him. He wished he hadn't done what he did wrong. He wished he had a second chance, he wished he would come back to him.

"Have you met Noami?" Augustine asked, snapping Wayworn back to …show more content…
Dating Augustine? Draining. They would make each other stay up for nights, talking and talking about the world's mysterious. They wouldn't leave each others presence. They would have endless nights of sex, enjoying each others bodies like no tomorrow.

"It was..." Augustine seemed distant, the first time Wayworn has seen him since the start of Noami's party.

"Exhausting," Wayworn finished his sentence, sipping on his wine, "we would never let each other sleep."

August's eyes were concentrated on something other than now. He seemed so lost in thought, he looked incredibly deep in that mess of a head he has. Wayworn gave him a puzzled look.

The table suddenly went awkwardly quiet, as if the guests wanted to leave them to apologize to each other. They never did apologize, August just left in a hurry, he even left his cat. It took some time before Wayworn to find out why he was mad, but it was all too late.

"I missed you," August stated bluntly, almost catching Wayworn off guard. "Even though Noami is one amazing, beautiful person, you are another thing entirely. I feel guilty for just leaving like that, and I was going to say sorry, I was, but the longer I strayed away from you, the harder and harder it was to go

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