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He yanks me in as soon as he felt our hands touch.
Comfort fills me when those familiar arms gripped my waist, I was lifted off the ground as if I was nothing but a sheep’s fleece.
Our eyes, glossed and full of emotions, admired each other.
I relax in his arms, no breath needed to absorb the moment we were stuck in.
Achilles slowly lets me back to the cold ground, his hand finding his way up my side. I close my eyes as he traces his fingers over my collarbone and throat, almost as if he was inspecting the finest vase with the story of the greatest hero to grace the world.
“Philtatos.” Achilles whispers to me — his voice sounding as sweet as the nectar we once used to collect. I open my eyes, letting go the fight for tears. I raise my hand to his hair, smoothing the blonde curls that brushes his cheeks.
“Achilles.” I whisper.
“Patroclus.” He says, my name ringing in my ears like Apollo’s voice, warm and full of song. I pull him in, our cold skin wrapped into each other. “Stop your crying, this is a sign of time.”
He wipes my tears and presses a kiss to my cheekbone. I stay quiet, my eyes stuck on him. We were here, together.
He leans away, our silence overcoming us as we continued to stare deep into each other’s souls. I soften, as I remind myself of our youth. When we trained along Chiron, bathed in the lake, and slept under rose quartz and storms.
I remember one night, under a clouded sky, his arms wrapped around me as we stared at flowers that shined under the peeking moonlight. I remember stroking his damp hair and him mumbling sweet nothings into my ear as we started to fall asleep.
I remembered his touch and how he smelled, his smile and how he scrunched his nose at my jokes. I left my worries behind me that night, ‘twas only me and him.
His lips touched mine, pulling us into a kiss full of passion. Each movement reminding me of our story. I held Achilles close, My Love, Aristos Achaion, The Half Of My Soul. And he held me just as tight.
It was the sign of time, how life will move past us, we were only at the beginning of our life. Ours.