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Chapter 8: Staggering

The night was incredibly dark. None of the four moons of Coruscant was visible, but that event was not surprising due to the time of the year in which they were. The moons, in a few days would see all four together on a special occasion. But even the brilliance of these four satellites together, could illuminate the heart sorry taciturn young man who walked through the dark streets in the lower levels of Coruscant.

testified Anyone who would think I was crazy. Such levels, dangerous, plunged in darkness andvile to even imagine that, in the infirmary bed, worried about him, he deliberately crashed his mind, that Camus was not aware of her distress.

Sighing, Milo decided it was right time to hasten the pace. Camus would have to face sooner or later, and besides, surely the Council looked forward to the report of the mission. He shook his head to avoid new events commemorating lived. I had to do ... forget completely buried in the depths of his mind, or hopelessly Camus would know. The bond between them was very united, and that nol thing. I wanted to feel full, full, loved by Camus and love him with the same intensity. Simply do not want to lose.

- Milo? - A gentle voice from the little room wondering, the sound shaky, insecure and anxious.

His foot movement made it in to the room by himself, oblivious to the rational will of Milo, but following your true desires, and thus obtaining, meet with the grieving face of Camus, who instantly loosens its beautiful features in obvious relief to see the other safely.

- Why so long? - The question that tortured Camus during the agonizing hours of waiting was not postponed again, and Milo had to fake a smile, close to his side, sitting on the bed beside him lay a kiss on her pale forehead to hold him, and softly whispering his apologies.

"Sorry ... took longer than expected ... but I'm here, and all was well ... - claimed Milo in a soft tone hacíaa Camus yet apprehensive. It was still wary due to the obvious lock that Milo had submitted, until just moments ago. Had decided that he did think that by focusing on their mission, egro his voice modulation, necessarily comforting, filling him with distrust.

- Why close the link? - Camus did not hide his annoyance at this fact, and frowned to ask your question, ignoring the pampering of Milo, who was lying next to é , l and stroked her hair affectionately.

- Did I? I did not realize ... - lied Milo, speaking casually and claiming fatigue recharge your head on the chest of Camus, which then, once comfortably accommodated, were allowed close your eyes and sleep, hoping to not dream at all I could shake his thoughts ...mp; iacute; LINKS shared today was just not present. All were effects of pessimism.

sighed, which too often has been doing since it began to get dark. He was leaning against one of the chairs of the department of Milo, waiting for because sadly Camus sensed that he would not find on their own.

This assumption was proven, when the door rushed opening, revealing the boy who had occupied his thoughts, all fatal nature. Milo looked at him, surprised to find there, as long as such premises were mostly; To uninhabited Camus being home where they used to pass the time. Therefore, the surprise of Camus Milo imitated, thus confirming that he fled his presence for some reason, because otherwise, Milo never be here, right now night fell ... if everything were equal, Milo would have gone to look for his department, as they always did, sharing together the deceptive hours of darkness.

- What, Milo? - The question seemed to resonate in a heavy echo in the head of Milo, who after a few seconds of bewilderment was back control over their body, so s & Overhaulyou, what to take a few steps is not very strong in the direction your room, guiding Camus just a fleeting glance of bewilderment simulated interrogation.

- Mm? -

"Do not be silly. Something is happening ... why do you avoid? - Camus rose furniture, walking behind Milo, who barely set foot in the room.

- What are you talking, Camus? - Milo could not hide his nervousness, but I hid it better than I could, taking on Camus, and kissing it with some hasty repair to the other could not ignore . Milo

away again, to withdraw their boUelle.

Camus would not be an expert, but conocíaa her boyfriend, and knew that Milo could not resist the soft hands now exploring land under the shirt of him that although he enjoyed the attentions of Camus, was at a crossroads total. Could be delivered easily to your instincts, follow what the other had started and enjoy a night you would know, would be memorable as all those who had shared with Camus. But if only the one round the neck with his arms, he felt guilty ... how sobreviviríaa more?

Milo had good coCamus muttered, during the pause between two kisses and Milo ... just could not continue.

The memories of what happened the night before, resurfaced to cruelly tortured. And the tremendous guilt that caused him, dominating him, so that ended up pushing Camus, who, however, be raised by their own volition.

Both were sitting a short distance from each other, Milo's hands, resting on the chest of Camus, whose eyes suddenly soaked in excess, expressed as much or more pain than his broken voice.

- Q-Who is she? -

- What? - Milo could ensure that the vital functionsfrom there, slamming the door in the process because it simply did not feel able to make any movement. His thoughts only if the driving, and aside from looking absently into the empty non-existent, could do more. His ears do not even distinguish clearly nervous babbling with which Milo was expressed, and his eyes were so troubled, until the tears had frozen, remaining in a constant flood on edge of their eyelids.

In this lamentable state remained, until Milo took one of his hands desperately, and spoke the same way &; Oacute;.

"Look ... watch everything ... - Milo closed his eyes, concentrating as he had rarely done in his life, Camus transmitting through the mental link their repentance, revealing each and every one of events, and tinged with feelings of absolute guilt and love for him.

few minutes later, the tense silence continued. Milo shed big tears on the shoulder of Camus and hold his hand, and the other unresolved pondering over what has just witnessed.

- Why do not you tell me? -

"I was afraid ... -

" If I lor would have said ... -

... Things have been different. Camus at least feel I could trust him. At habérselo hidden, even knowing now that Milo did not act like because I love them, she felt hurt and betrayed ... if only he had spoken ...

"I should do, but did not want to lose. Forgive me ... Do not leave me, please. I just did to get back to you, and if you get away from me ... - Milo succumbed to convulsive sobs that was not allowed to continue. Snuggled his face against the neck of Camus, one can clearly feelhim, not stopping until reaching the head of the bed on which his tiny back. "And just now I could not touch ... ... -

Camus continued his eyes the little path that Milo had gone, leaving him alone, sitting on the edge of the bed while the other at the center of it. Camus tried to fix their eyes met Milo, looking for that sparkle in her turquoise is well known, and that regardless of the situation in which it found were always brought peace and security, now ma , s never needed. He

however, hide his eyes, which even released l &nguidamente his body, to succeed Milo is recharged both comfortably on the bed. Camus's hand near the face of it, resting lightly on the chest of Milo, who, though he could not even stop their tears, they fell ever more slowly, and breathing n became a calmer.

Milo fell asleep within minutes, intoxicated by the delicious aroma emanating from the hair of Camus, which tickled his face. And though his body relaxed for going to sleep, not loosened at all embrace in which he had caught Camus. This

& amp; desktop search; last also found some solace in the arms of Milo, who held him with incredible strength for someone who was asleep. Camus sigh of relief ... finally able to calm his agitated mind a bit and precipitate heart to see that Milo still had the ability to make you feel protected ... to provide everything I needed in that embrace, which is felt right. And how would it not? Milo was not a mistake ... wrong actions had been one, but the decision to Camus, ever.