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“You left me alone.”
“Why does everyone always leave me alone?”

I hope you enjoy this dude!!!

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The grass they were sitting on was still wet from rain storm earlier, but Author insisted on having the picnic that day, regardless of the fact that the sun was lowering in the sky and the rain clouds had barely cleared. He said it was a rare occurrence to have a day where he wasn’t busy, and that it had to be today. Edward didn’t really mind. Any time he got to spend with Author was a blessing, especially time where it wasn’t cut short.

Author had packed their food in a wicker basket, and walked with him into the middle of some flowery meadow in the middle of nowhere. It was peaceful there and butterflies flew amongst the flowers, but the grass was wet.

They were drinking honeyed tea from a thermos Author had brought, relishing in the sweet taste and the silence around them. Author hadn’t said much, and Edward had kept silent. It was better than any words they could say, especially as Edward laid his head on Author’s shoulder. Author ran his fingers through his hair, tugging it just a little. Edward quietly chuckled, playfully nibbling Author’s neck before settling back down on his shoulder.

It was when they ran out of tea that Edward finally spoke.

“What’s the occasion? I mean, what makes today so special besides the fact you don’t have your ‘work’? Am I forgetting something?”

Author smiled, and Edward felt his heart skip. He hadn’t seen that smile in so, so long. Soft, without showing teeth, a real, perfect smile.

“I take my lovely boyfriend out on a picnic, and he’s asking me what makes it so special? There doesn’t have to be a reason,” he spoke with a kiss to Edward’s head.

Possessively, Edward wrapped his arm around Author’s waist. He was smiling, they were both smiling.

“I didn’t think you cared about me,” Edward admitted, “You left me every morning, all alone in bed-“

“-which I’ll never do again. I promise you that. Dear prince.”

Edward sat up, brows furrowing. Something was wrong, it had to be. Author smile fell away. He sighed, and it carried the weight of a million words.

“I heard you talk to me when you thought I was asleep. You said, you asked me: ‘why does everyone always leave me’? That’s what you said. I’ve learned what that feels like. Having someone-“ Author wiped his eyes “-something leave you. At least now I do.” Author wiped his eyes again. It was the first time that Edward had ever seen him cry.

Whatever cool, suave confidence Author had had been replaced by something else. Something warm. Like the sunset, now flaming in front of them in a tapestry of colors.

“We should probably go home-“ Edward started, Author silencing him with a heated kiss. Something had definitely changed.

“We should, shouldn’t we?” Author whispered, pulling Edward into his lap and making him squeak with surprise. Soon enough, they were a heap in the grass and flowers, laughing, touching, and loving.

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The next morning, Edward opened his eyes as the sun climbed over the blossom of a purple wildflower. He squinted at the light- no, that wasn’t the sun, that was a lighter. A lighter, held in Author’s hand under his black-bound journal.

He didn’t move as he watched the journal ignite, Author studying it as charred paper began to flake away, fire crawling and consuming the entirety of the journal. Stories, words, ink, paper. All eaten and destroyed. Then, all that was left in his hands was still-warm ash. He rubbed it on his face, his shirt, into his hair.

After all the ash was rubbed away, he turned back to Edward. The doctor shut his eyes as quickly as he could, every muscle in his body tense with worry until Author joined him again. Curling up right by him, his head tucked into his chest and ash covered hands resting on his back.

Something had changed within him, but Edward didn’t mind as long as it meant they could spend every morning like this.