The unfortunate one

It was quite a long time ago. If I remember it correctly, it was in 1793. I the son of Lord Mylor, earl of Wessex and the son of our local priest.

I and August Wilson was madly in love. We poured out our hearts and souls into

everything we did together. For us, the right time was always. When for other's the right time would never come.

I was looking over at August, who sat in the front row, completely captivated by his father's preaching. He was unlike others, since he loved going to church. But would rather go to jail, then follow in his father's footstep and become a priest himself.

Without a doubt in mind, I would agree to the fact that I myself had that in common

with him. We wanted to live our lives, not our father's lives.

August had been an orphan until priest Wilson had taken him into his care. When I lost

my mom when she gave birth to me. Which led to me ending up in my father's care. No the nurses care. Our fathers had been very good friends, ever since they were kids and did not miss out on the opportunity to force me and August to be the same.

That turned out great? Yes for us it did. But the outcome of their actions, were much

different than what they had hoped for.

When church ended, I sat peacefully at my seat, just waiting for August to finish taking farewell of all the participants, together with his father. My dad, had been the first one to leave -as always- and I would be the last one.

"Sir Mylor, would you like to make me company in the church tower. For I have to

search for an object that my father can not find." His voice was low and seductive and when I turned my head to meet him, his eyes took me a part, with only one glance.

"Well, if the company is much needed. I could never reject a friend." I replied, as I

quickly stood up, walking away from the bench I had been sitting on.

With fast steps, I passed August gripping his wrist and dragging him with me. I could

hear his giggle behind me, making me smile. He was my everything, August Wilson. The son of our local priest.

"Quickly, hurry. I don't want to wait." I mumbled, as a ran to the locked door, where

the stairs were hid behind. I nudged at August, several times, before he was able to get the key out of his pocket.

"Please, we have to behave. We are in a church." He responded as he put the key into

the keyhole, but not turning it and opening the door. I laughed at him, as I pushed him aside taking the key and turning it. Opened the door and ran up the stairs, without caring about August who still stood at the beginning of the stairs.

When I came to the top, I jumped onto the mattress, that was laying beside a broken

bell. It was either on the mattress or in my room at the manor me and August spent our time.

We loved each other very sincerely. No secrets between us. We were each other's

everything. Because, you see; When you find the person whom you want to spend the rest of your life with. The time stops and it's just you and that person left. You are looking at each other as you realize, it's for this person I'm living and they are the only person I would die for.

Hopefully, you will never have to trade your life, for your lovers. For the reason that

you want to live, together and die together. I don't know which is worse; Dying or having to live while your soulmate is gone.

I can just imagine the pain. The torture of having to stay on earth without your

everything.

I laid there for quite a while, waiting for August to walk up the stairs. But as expected, he didn't. I could hear voices downstairs, he was speaking to his father.

Priest Wilson completely kept out of the fact of me laying on a mattress in the church

tower. I only heard mumbles, but then the mumbles began to fade…. That's when I did it.

I quickly, unbuttoned and slipped out of my grey vest; Almost at the same time as I

slipped of my trousers. Laying myself on the side, holding my head up with the help of my right hand, which the arm was pressed to the floor.

As I heard footsteps approaching me, taking each step up the stairs very

carefully, I hurried myself to unbutton the top of my shirt. Exposing my bare chest, who already had one bruise made by my lover. The one walking up the stairs.

August let out a low gasp, when his eyes landed on me. Half naked, waiting for him. I

blushed and in response, he bit his lower lip.

"You have been waiting I see." The words, were only a faint whisper, as he positioned

himself above me, letting his hands unbutton the last of my shirt. Tracing his finger on the hem of my white boxers. They were loosely fitted, but started to feel extremely tight around the crotch.

I moaned in agreement when grinded his hips down, creating an amazing friction in

exactly the right place.

He leaned down and pressed his soft lips against mine, letting me suck and nibble on

his lower lip as I pleased.

That's what was so special about us. August, was very submissive. He didn't like to

give orders, being the one who made the final decisions. While I was a very dominant person, with strong opinions, not letting anyone order me around.

August, was always the one penetrating and I was always the one being penetrated. He

gave I took. I made the decisions he obeyed.

"Derrick-" Slipped past his lips, as he gave me a peck on my forehead, "It was

amazing, you were amazing." He panted, short of breath. We both were, as we cuddled together under a thin white blanket.

"Are you sleeping at my place tonight?" I sighed, "My father is out of town, for a

week."

"Yes, dear. I would love too" He placed a kiss on my forehead, "I'll stay with you the

whole week." August then added.

"I love you August!"

"I love you more Derrick!"

I moved myself closer to him, snuggling into his embrace. Letting him pat my head,

stroking my hair. There we laid until we fell asleep, but only for a short while.

I loved feeling his skin against mine, as we slept after love making. It was something so

spectacular that it can't be described with words. I felt so safe and loved when I was with him. I think that is why, I later took the….

I saw my father off, as he got into the carriage that would take him on his journey. It wasn't a heartfelt goodbye. He only told me to behave and then he left.

I didn't do much afterwards. I only sat and read, as I waited for August to arrive. He

and his father had promised to have dinner with me and then the priest had given August his blessing to stay with me for the time being.

There was a knock on my door before a heard a voice, "Derrick, dinner has been

served and the guests have arrived."

"Please excuse me for a moment, I shall just change into my evening wear." Was the

only response I gave to Mr. Rutter. I heard him mumbling outside, before I could hear footsteps disappearing.

I was already dressed properly, but I needed some time to cool off, after thinking about

August for hours.

During the dinner, I tried to stay quiet, just nodding as an answer to the priests questions. My eyes went crazy from trying to look at the priest, but with my unconscious always moving my gaze to look at August.

"Well, thanks for having me over Derrick." The priest said as he shook my hand and

then he left the house. He had already said goodbye to his son and now, yeah now it was only him and me.

Him and me, like it should've been. It should've been us, until we grew old. We were

kids, stupid kids. We played around and wasted our time, not knowing how it would end up. Not knowing that we would end like one of shakespeare's plays.

He laid his hands on my hips, turning me around so he could meet my eyes.

"So? What do you want to do?" He asked with his deep seductive voice and I melted in

his arms, letting myself fall into his embrace.

"How about reading?" I said quietly, letting my hot breath caress his neck.

"Haven't you already read all the books in the library?" He pushed me away a little,

smiling at me before he moved his hands from my waist, to my hands. Holding them tightly.

���I have, but I want to sit by the fireplace, with my head in your lap. With you stroking

my hair and reading for me." I let my head fall down, looking at the floor, as my cheeks went bright red.

"If that is what you want love." He let go of my right hand, still having a strong grip

around my left hand. A quick smile spread across my face, as he dragged me with him into the library.

He forced me down on the floor as he went searching around in the bookshelves,

searching for our book.

When he had found it, he came back to me. Seated himself, crossed leg beside me and I

put my head in his lap. Laying down on the floor.

The book or the fairytale was; The fortunate one. A fairytale written by the french

author Madame d'Aulnoy. It was the first fairytale my nanny read to the both of us, the first time we met. It was our favourite fairytale and we would never let it go.

"Derrick?" I heard August's low voice speak to me, as I opened my eyes, finding myself laying in my bed, "You fell asleep, so I carried you back to your room." He whispered.

"Why didn't you undress me and yourself? Then cuddle up beside me, not waking me

up. But letting me sleep until I woke up in your arms, feeling secure." I let my eyes wander over the other boy's figure in the dark room. Only being able to make out where he was standing. My hands started to move on their own, undressing myself, leaving me just in my underwear as I wriggled the bedsheet from underneath me, making myself comfortable as I slid under it.

It didn't take a long time until August was taking me in his arms and snuggled close to

me. Skin to skin, his warmth making sure I was not cold. Making sure I felt safe and loved.

It was my favourite thing, to fall asleep in his embrace. If we both just knew, if we had

been more careful our time would have been longer.

Feeling August cough against my neck wakes me up in the middle of the night. I turn

around and look at him.

"Are you okay?" I asked with a low voice. Placing a kiss on his cheek, to make sure he

knew that I don't care if his sick. I won't leave his side.

"Yes I am, I just have a dry throat." He replied, as he started to feel me up with his

hands.

"I think-" I paused for a moment, "I can help you with that." I spoke the last part

quickly, before I pressed our lips together. Sliding my tongue into his mouth, sharing my saliva with him. This went on for what felt like forever, before I started to move down, trailing kisses over his neck, sucking and nibbling by his collarbone.

I was moaning quite loudly when my bedroom door was slammed open. August

withdrew from me and I myself jumped a little from the sudden scare.

"Son!" I felt how my heart sank down in my stomach when my father spoke, "Get out

of bed." He ordered me and I obeyed, throwing the bedsheet to the side, standing up on the floor, naked and rock hard. I swallowed hard as I heard new footsteps in the hallway.

"August." He said, as a statement. To make sure it was him who was in the room with

me. I could hear the disappointment in the priests voice and then I felt August presence beside me, as he took my hand.

"August, how dare you force yourself on the earls innocent son. You are a sinner, one

that should be stripped off the gift of life that god gave you!" The priest screamed and August quickly let go off my hand, knowing that he could play along and take all the blame. Making sure that I did not get into any trouble.

If it only had been that easy.

When I turned to face August, I could see the pain in his eyes. I just, I fell to the floor

crying, screaming.

"Son, get yourself together." My father told me as he grabbed my arm and dragged me

back up on my feet and then out of the room. I was expecting him to him to hit me. But he didn't.

"I have arranged a marriage for you, son. That perverted son of a bastard won't ever

come near you again. He will get beheaded tomorrow." In that moment, it felt like my heart stopped beating and I realized that I was already dying.

When the day arrived. The day that I was going to get married and the love of my life would get beheaded.

Yes, they decided that August would lose his life, during my wedding ceremony. I was

completely miserable, but kept a smile on my face. I stood looking at the woman in front of me, my bride. She looked gorgeous, but I felt nothing.

I glanced over at my father, he smiled at me and nodded. Then I turned to the priest and

he wasn't smiling, he was just nodding at me.

The step I took after that, it changed everything, for better or for worse. But I knew that

August had his head stretched out on a standing log. I couldn't take it. I made my last decision. Then and there.

"Father!" I exclaimed, "I was the one who forced myself on August. He did not want

me to ruin your reputation, so he took the blame. I am the perverted one. I stand for it, looking at Miss Carstone makes me feel nothing." My father rose from his seat and walked up to me.

"You were ready to trade an innocent person's life, to save your own." He stated and I

just nodded in response, having my father push me out of the church and to the place where the execution was about to take place.

My head was spinning and I was unable to process what happened next, but August

stood beside my father as the executor pushed me down on the ground.

I was struck with a last jolt of pain.

When I opened my eyes, I could only see human looking creatures in white. Some of them had wings and other's didn't.

"Hey, I'll take you to the elders." A boy said to me as he walked in my direction.

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes, you. You were just beheaded right? Derrick Mylor?" He was giving me a

questioning look and the only thing I was able to do, was nod in response, "Well then, yes you. I am Zuriel, a trainee. Welcome to the after world."

"No heaven? No hell?"

"Well your fate is decided by the elders." He said as he started walking and I couldn't

do anything else but follow him, "There are five different outcomes. The first is the 'eternal glory' and then we have the 'eternal pain'. That you can say is something similar to what people on earth believes. Then there is the more, complicated ones. 'Soul in universe', 'Spirit on earth' and the 'list of reincarnation'."

The boy who called himself Zuriel smiled at me as we stopped outside a giant gate. It

opened before us and I stepped inside.

Now my soul has been flowing through the universe, for over a hundred years. But I am not alone, since my August is here with me.

Sitting on the stars, talking, flowing around. Mesmerized by the beauty of the universe

and the fact that no one was prejudice against us.

Even though I had to wait for over fifty years, for August to return to me. It was all

worth it.

Our love never died out and never will.