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The weather was moody , sometimes it started raining sometimes the sun was shining and sometimes the weather would be neutral.

Just like him .

 

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The people were talking, drinking, and laughing around me.
I just sat there in the chair next to my fathers, not saying a single word because I was too scared I’d say something wrong. My father was a rich man he had a lot of companies and business relationships. Our house was gigantic, with five floors, with 35 rooms, and a big garden full of green grass, trees, colorful flowers, lakes, and statues.
And today he invited lots of important people to our house for a new partnership. 
There were also some activities for kids my age but I was not interested I’d have preferred to just sit in my room with a good book and something to eat.
“I go in the garden Father “
“Sure son“
I stood up and went outside. 
My father was not good, he never loved me, told me how worthless, dumb, and ugly I was, and wished he would have never married my mother so I wouldn’t be alive.
When I was younger it did hurt me but now I was 12, 12 years of always listening to the same old word I got used to I guess. 
I played down on the green grass and luckily a big tree of figs gave me his shadow so the midday sun wouldn’t blend with my eyes.
I slept in for hours and was feeling a bit more relaxed than before so I started reading my book as I heard some kids screaming not far away from me.
“WOAH ACHILLES YOU ARE SO FAST“
“I wish I could run like you!“
I got confused about who was this Achilles and why were the other kids acting like he was a god. Annoyed by my curiosity I walked to the voices and saw 5 kids standing around. I guessed those were all kids from my father's partners.
“Achilles can you tell me how you can run so fast pleasssssseeee“
One girl with long black hair had her arms wrapped around the boy's neck, I suggested his name was Achilles.
“I’m sorry Deidameia I don’t know why I’m so fast I just am“
Woah I don’t know if he’s just so confident or his ego is way too big probably both. 
I wanted to walk away now that I knew who Achilles was but I heard a voice screaming after me.
“Hey who are you ?“
I felt nervous, I didn’t like talking to other kids especially not if their parents knew my father.
„I’m the son of Menotios“, I said.
„Cool. I’m the son of Peleus and this is my fr-„
“Girlfriend you mean“, the girl, Deidameia giggled.
“Of course… well yeah this is Deidameia“, he said not seeming to agree with the black-haired girl.
“Cool.“ As I said I was bad at conversations so don’t blame me for being socially awkward.
“Wanna play with us ?“
“Well you know what I’d-„
“PATROCLUS!“
My father.
“I’m sorry maybe the next time I have to go my father is calling me.“
I ran away, I just ran away. I felt so ashamed my cheeks were burning red.
I don’t know why but I felt so embarrassed and scared by my father calling me. I walked into the gala room and tried to find my way to my father.
“Yes Father?“, I said. It was always „Yes Father?„ never „ I can’t right now Father “or “I wanna play with other kids Father “ I was not allowed to say no otherwise I would learn why I was not allowed to.
“This is Peleus he will be my new business partner for the next year, be polite and bring him something to drink“
“This is not necessary-„
“No, it’s good my son has to do what I say to him right Patroclus?“
“Yes, father.“
I walked to the wine bar and poured some of the most expensive wine into two glasses.
“Here Father “, I gave both of their glass and stood still next to my father.
“I thank you, Patroclus“, the other man said, his name was Peleus when I remembered correctly just like the name the other boy said to me-
„You don’t have to thank him Peleus that’s what he has to do, he’s a disappointment as son never does something right, he can’t even run fast or is aesthetically pleasing.“
Even though I was used to his mean and harsh words it still hurt.
“I wish my son would be just a bit like your Achilles, a strong beautiful young boy, that’s how a son has to be.“
Peleus smiled embarrassed, clearly not feeling comfortable but my father didn’t care.
“That’s how a son has to be“, his words were like an echo in my head and I began to feel a slight hate for the boy named Achilles. I felt so jealous of his beautiful appearance, of his strength, and of his relationship with his loving father.
“You can go Patroclus“, my father said and this was not permission, this was a command so I went without I word to my room and laid down on my bed.
“That how a son has to be….“
I didn’t and I still don’t know why these words cut so deep but they hurt so bad that I felt tears running out of my eyes.
“I’m sorry that I’m you son father“ not knowing to whom I said that to me or my father, my face laying on my now wet white pillow.
 
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Weeks passed by and with that also my thoughts of the son of Peleus.
I sat down in the same place as I did a few weeks ago, playing with some cubes that someone gifted to me years ago.  I wish I could remember who so that I could thank this person.
My mother was sitting in her chair playing on her lyre a kilometre away from me, I couldn’t hear her but I knew that she was playing because she always did at this time of the day. My mother was disabled, her brain wouldn’t want to function but I still loved her not like my father who constantly cheated on his wife and abused her.
Not hear any footsteps coming to me because I was lost in my thoughts I got scared when someone at once stood behind me.
„Give me those cubes!“, he said, he probably was a son of the man who was 
currently here to visit my father.
“No, I won’t those are mine“, I said after all I was still the son of the man whom he was a guest of right? He had to listen to me right? Wrong, I was so wrong. I had nothing to say in this house I had no rights.
“Give them to me now!“, he shouted and started to come uncomfortably near to me.
„Why those are mine!“
„ I want them!“

Sometimes I ask if some people even get to have a brain from birth on because „I want them!“ is such a baby way to say something.
“I say it again, NO!“
I got angry, this boy was treating me like shit, the way his body language was, the way he looked at me like I was less worthy than him. 

Suddenly he started to get violent, he kicked my leg and I screamed because of the sudden pain. 
My hands were not wrecked into his and he held them so hard that I could feel my bones breaking.
The pain I felt caused me to let my cubes fall into the grass of the small mountain we were on. I looked up into his face, into his ugly face, his yellow and destroyed teeth were showing with an arrogant smile on his face.
It made me so angry, he made me so angry, my father made me so angry.
My thoughts got possessed by my anger, I couldn’t think probably anymore and I just wanted to hurt him for treating me like I was trash.                  So I freed myself out of his grip and pushed him away, my hands on his chest and giving myself room to breathe.
I thought, “He just should fall, our garden is full of grass and flowers he’ll not get hurt too bad“ 
Wrong, so damn wrong.
It seemed that I had more strength in my arms than I thought because the boy fell with an extremely high tempo on the grass, his head flipping up again because a stone was exactly under him, his face full of shock and his mouth open like he wanted to scream but no tone came out. A pool of blood formed under his head and his pullpills stopped moving. His limbs continued to twitch for a few seconds and then they stopped moving too. He was dead. I killed him.
 
I killed someone.
I became a murderer.              I killed a boy at the age of twelve.
My name is Patroclus and I made the worst mistake that I could have ever made.

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“I want his death or at least that he is going to be nameless !“ The father of the boy I killed screamed. I sat there, without any emotions on my face again next to my father.
“He killed my son !“ The father screamed again.
My father looked at me, his eyes full of disgust and disappointment.
“So be it. I’ll give him away and he’ll never have a name again.“
You may think that this is the better option but it isn’t, without a name you’re nothing, you won’t get into schools, you won’t get a job, a wife, or anything.
My father would have probably wished I’d die but he had to think logically. My dying would be way more expensive and he had to explain it to everyone else but me just leaving and never coming back? This was a way better option.
So my father paid the other man, I packed some of the things I had not more than objects, and was sent away, without a name, without a past, without a future.
 I only had the here and now.
 
My name is Patroclus, the son of a businessman who got sent into Exil, now nameless.

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I tapped my knee with my fingers. The drive to New Phthia was long and tiring, children screamed behind me how long it was going to be and an old man snored asleep next to me. My father really said :“The cheaper I could get away with this the better it’ll be for me.“ 

I looked out of the window ,saw lots of grass and trees just like in my city but Phthia seemed so much smaller . I’ve heard stories about the city and of the people that live here .
I hope they’re nice . I wasn’t  sad that my father sent me away , he didn’t loved me and I didn’t loved him but still I was his son and he didn’t even seemed to care that I would never be in his life again . I guess he really wished I wouldn’t have been born and I started to wish that as well. „EVERYBODY GET OUT OF HERE“ , the driver screamed and I startled. The grandpa next to me woke up immediately an packed his things within a second . „Woah Hey  Super-Opa“, I thought after he stood up, I packed my bag and headphones as well . 

Hello New Life , Goodbye Old Life.

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I was standing in a big and empty hall , all by myself and it was so quiet . Peleus Pelides , the business partner of my father offered to give me his house to live , it existed rumors that he ran away as young boy and that’s why he’s so soft for unloved  souls. I felt like he was Peter Pan and I’m one of the lost boys. My eyes looked at everything that was in the room , golden columns, red carpets, glass cases, green plants and stained glass windows. He was rich ,that seemed to be fact maybe not as rich as my father but still. I wanted to sit down on one of the chairs in the room when I heard footsteps coming near to me. Since I was young I’ve learned to listen to everything around me I could hear the weight , the height , the age and even the personality of the person just by the way they walk . I know , I know this might be a bit creepy but I googled it and a unserious psychologist said that this is just a trauma eesponse so I suggest it’s fine. The person that was coming had a light walk , so elegant and beautiful, they wouldn’t weigh more than I did even the height and age was the same but they way this person walked was so diffrent from mine . They had an ordinary personality, confident, curious, energetic, determined, vain, lovely, big-hearted and courageous. This person's walk was admirable, ir was everything I wasn't or ever will be. I felt so jealous and I haven’t even seen their face. 

„Father who is our new guest?“ , the voice of a boy shouted , a boy I already  knew . Hear me out you might be thinking „Patroclus you knew where you’d be going and you knew you would met him again!“ and yeah mysterious voice I knew but I wished I could have had some time to prepare myself okay ? Thanks. The blonde son of Peleus walked in the hall and saw me , his beautiful face was neutral and I couldn’t read a bit of his body language I was mesmerized. He walked near to me so near that only a metre was between us , I felt my breath on my cheeks and my brain wouldn’t stop thinking about the bad things that could happen now . He opened his mouth and I felt two things at the moment, first „wow his teeth are flawless“ and second „please don’t scream at me“.

"Hey, my name is Achilles, what's your name?" he didn't yell at me, that was a relief. But something was still irritating me, he told me his name months ago, did I really leave so little impression that he felt the need to introduce himself again? What an ego crash. I pressed my lips together because of many reasons but my main one was that I simply was to nervous to speak.

“Are you okay ? You won’t say me your name?“ ,he asked me and if I’m being honest I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not .

“ Patroclus “ , I said „ In honor of the father“ that was the meaning of my so unsuitable name. My father should have thought twice about it before writing this name down but I really didn’t cared at this moment. My name is Patroclus and that’s it , nothing is special about this name and I’m totally fine with it.

“Well I wish you welcome in Phthia“ and so he just left and I was alone again. I sat down on my suitcase , my face laying down on my hands , summing some melodies  that reminded me of my own mother. I hoped she’s okay I was scared that now that I’m away my father will treat her even worse. I felt so much hate thinking about this man that I left red imprints of my fingers in my cheeks. 
„Hello Patroclus“, I looked up and saw the smiling face of Peleus.

„Hello Sir“, I said , feeling even more  nervous now that he stood  right in front of me .

“Nervous my child? You don’t have to be I’m here to welcome you in your new home.“

“Yes I’m quite nervous I’m sorry Sir.“

“You can call me Peleus , I don’t really like those kind of empty phrases.“

“Yes Peleus“, I had my hands hidden in the bags of jeans while I tried to don’t break the eye contact.

“Do you know why you’re here Patroclus?“ , he said , now with a bit more serious sound in his voice.

“Yes Peleus… I killed someone… a boy not much older than me“ I spoke quietly, I felt so ashamed and sensed the tears in my eyes.

“That’s right Patroclus but listen to me kid , what you’ve done does not define you , it was an accident and you can still grow to a big man.“

I blushed , Peleus was for sure a great father  but I couldn’t really believe in what he said to me. 

„Thanks Peleus.“

“No need to thank me Patroclus if you want you can go now , maybe bring your things into your room.“

“I will …thanks again.“

I smiled a bit at him before I packed my suitcase and walked away . I’ve had no idea where my room was but I was sure I would find it…in some sort of way. 

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The weeks passed away I spent most of my days reading or helping in the house . I don’t see Peleus often the only moment when I really see the old man is when we sit down for dinner in the evening . Achilles is also there , he often tells his father about his classes and his progress. I saw him running , fighting and making music . This boy is a whole wonder , his beauty is magnificent, he seems so nice , smart and talented . I’ve never seen someone ran that fast or someone with that kind of voice . His voice was fascinating when he sang you couldn’t really tell if he’s a boy or not it just sounded so clear . I would never say that to him of course I’m scared that he would think that I wanted to insult him by talking about his androgyny. So I just looked at him , as inobvious as I was able to. 

I just helped the cook cleaning up the dirty dishes and grappled some figs as a snack while I was out in the garden . I loved the sky in Phthia, it was the same as it in our city but so much bluer.

“Hey!“ 

I turned my head to the voice and saw achilles running towards me , his hair flying in the wind and his cheeks slightly flushed from the midday sun that had been shining all day .
"Hello Achilles," I said, turning back to my astrology book and my figs. he stood in front of me again , so close that his hair tickled my nose . Achilles had bent and now he was facing me, his perfectly straight nose was freckled, I looked into his green eyes and saw a gleam of gold. God's darling, that's what I called him in my mind.

"What are you doing there?" , he pointed to my book and took a fig.                 "I'm reading about astrology.“
"Sounds interesting..." he pouted and took a step back. I exhaled and thought he was leaving but instead he laid his head on my lap and looked at me from below with puppy dog eyes.

"Come with me to my music class Patroclus."

I caught my breath. My eyes were huge and my heart was beating faster than ever. How he said my name. It left me speechless... Pa tro clus He took his time saying my name , emphasizing each syllable and looking at me as if I was the only object of his concentration . In that moment I knew that my life would be so much different than I thought it would be thanks to him. If only I had known how different...

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“I- I’m- of course I will…” , I stuttered and played with my fingers. I was completely taken aback by the way he pronounced my name , the way his lips moved and the way he breathed . Just unbelievable.
"Then come with me! I want to show you what I can do!" , he laughed and stuck out his chest proudly . His confidence was enviable.

"But what about your father? I have to help the others cook..."

"Oh right.... well let that be my concern! He can't refuse me anyway!"

"How kind of him..."

"Come!" , he grabbed my hand and ran, elegant as I am I stumbled after him and could only stare at our intertwined hands.

”Wait Achilles ! What do you even play?” , I shouted , my curiosity will be the death of mine I thought.

”Wellllllll I’m mostly playing lyre but I’m learning to play guitar and piano as well!” , he said back , his eyes glowing golden as he talked about things he was interested in.

”That’s really impressive…” 

“Thanks!” , he stopped and looked at me , a honest smile on his face and the freckled cheeks a bit red , I suggested from the running.

We stood in front of a big door , which seemed to be as expensive as the other stuff in this house. He opened it without hesitation and ran to a man I didn’t knew. Achilles welcomed him and sat down on a red armchair that contrasted perfectly with his white shirt and his blond hair that looked like liquid strands of gold in the sun.

"Come on! Don't be shy!" He laughed, his voice so clear that his laughter sounded like angels' bells. I walked towards him and the other man who didn’t seemed to be that happy to see me here.

”Achilles I don’t think your teacher wants me here maybe-“ he interrupted me immediately.

”No it’s fine ! He’s fine ! That’s just his resting face really ! He’s is actually really soft hearted right ?” , he looked at the other man who just shaked his head and sighed.

”So you want to learn to play the lyre as well I guess ?”, the man looked at me , his eyes searched for an answer.

”Nonononono I just wanted to see how Achilles plays the diffrent instruments Sir”, I said and looked down.

”I see… you can sit down there and be quiet okay ?”

”Yes Sir” , I sat down on an old wooden chair and looked at Achilles who smiled at his instruments.

”Okay Achilles as always”, the man said and gave Achilles his lyre.

His fingers ran over the lyre and gently plucked the strings as a test. I followed every move he made and was fascinated by his nature. Then he started to play and I suddenly felt so light, the tones he played harmonized with each other, the melody sounded godlessly beautiful and the way he looked was indescribable. I wanted to see more of it , more of him .

After the lesson we both ran around in the garden laughing , and played with a ball we found .

”I’m glad I talked to you Patroclus!”

There was it again , the way he said my name , I thought I would never recover from the feelings I felt whenever he said it.

Why did he even start talking to me ? 

”I’m glad you talked to me as well Achilles.”

He came to me the , the ball laying around on the grass. Our noses touched , I could count every freckle he had , his lashes were so long and his eyes so pretty , the lips were pretty as the rest of him the upper lip somewhat darker than the lower one . I could feel his breath on my face , my lips. 

Looking back , I could only explain his attitude by saying that he was a careless boy , a child.

“I don’t know why but I like you , a lot , I feel so connected to you… friends?” , he asked his pupils got bigger and darkened his eyes.

A sign of adoration. 
The clear and honest emotions of a child.

"Forever," I said, holding out my pinky as a vow. He wrapped his own finger around mine and squeezed it.

"Where I go, you’re going."
"Where you go, I’m going ."

His smile was addicting I couldn't help but smile too. He pulled me to him and we fell on the grass below us, I thought It would hurt. It didn’t . He caught me. 

"Do you see the sun Patroclus?"

What does he mean now? 

"Yes, of course," I said confused but still smiling.

"You remind me of the sun, you radiate the same warmth maybe that's why I felt like I just had to talk to you…” he whispered, looking at the sunset, we had the perfect view from the hill we were on .

I was speechless, he spoke like a poet, nobody had ever been that nice to me.

"Then….You remind me of the moon Achilles...” I said and choked back the salvia in my throat.

He said nothing , just moved closer and closed his eyes.  

So we layed there, I didn’t knew for how long, but at some point the sun had entirely disappeared and made room for the moon.

”I’m getting cold Achilles”, I said in his hair , my hand layed on his stomach so that I felt his stomach sucking in the air and letting it out again. 

“Let’s go in Patroclus…” he stood up and I did the same.

I was a bit shorter than him I recognized , around 2 inches.

”You’re taller”, I said.

”I know “, he said.

”But I’m older,” I layed my hand on his shoulder.

”I know”, he said again looking me in the eyes.

”I will be taller than you one day”

”Is this a bet?”

”It is, Me, Patroclus,  will be taller than you,  Achilles.”

”I accept the bet but if you lose you have to fulfill me a wish okay ?”

”And when I win you have to fulfill me one.”

”It’s a bet then. Now come I don’t want you to get sick”, he grabbed  my hand and we walked together to his house. 

I could see his warm breath , in the could air of the evening. The way he breaths…

”Do you think your father will be angry ?”

”I don’t know but that’s not about what I’m thinking currently”, he said as we walked in .

”About what are you thinking than?” , I asked .

”About how hungry I am”, he said grinning at me .

I just couldn’t help it , I started laughing not because it was hilarious just because it was so normal and he wasn’t.  

He was anything but not normal .

”Than let us get you something to eat Achilles,” I said , still out of breath from laughing .

”Will you cook for me ?” , he asked while he lifted one of his eyebrows.

”If you wish so.”

”Let’s do it together.”

Together. Achilles and Patroclus. 
I liked the sound of it.

”For what are you in the mood?”

”Oh I’d love some pizza right now.”

”Than let’s make us a pizza Achilles.”

”Two . I’m hungry and still a boy growing into a strong man”, he said while posing like a bodybuilder.

”Of course,” I grinned and we walked into the kitchen.

“Do you know how to makes pizza Patroclus?”, he asked.

”We’ll figure out”, I said .

Short story short, burned pizza tastes just as good as normal pizza.

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Peleus wasn’t angry with me that I didn’t appear , he seemed to be more pleased than anything else actually.

Achilles said it was because of him.

I still felt bad though.

We both sat there eating lunch , Achilles watched me picking the olives out of my salad. 

„Give them to me Patroclus , I’ll eat them for you“, he said and so I gave the olives to him .

He reached his hands out and ate them straight up.

 His hands were so soft and smooth as if he had never touched anything , the fingertips were slightly pink just like his knuckles. 

„You have freckles on your hands you know?“

“I know“, he smiled at me before he ate another olive.

“I really can’t understand how you can eat those without vomiting“, I said and made a disgusted face .

“They’re delicious andddddd good for your health“, he poked at my stomach and started laughing. 
My cheeks flushed because of the subtle humiliation.

“Not cool , not everyone can be as good looking as you Achilles“, I mumbled not really realizing what I said.

“You think I’m good looking?“, he asked , his eyes curious his tongue slipped over his lips.

“Well…“, I wasn’t sure what I should say.

“I guess…I mean your skin is clean and you have really pretty eyes and-” , I stopped talking because suddenly he was extremely close, his eyes all over me.

“You’re perfect Patroclus, I was just teasing you“, he said and stood up.

“Wait where are you going ?“, I asked confused , did I something that made him infuriated?

“I have to go running, alone.“

“Why do you need to be alone ?“

“My mother , she thinks I’m gonna be an Olympic when I’m older, that why she wishes that no one sees my training.“

“Oh….“

“I’m sorry Patroclus“, he said and confused me even more .

“Don’t be sorry Achilles, have a great training I’ll wait at our tree.“

He nicked and ran away , he was really extremely fast. 

The sunset came quicker then expected, the moon showed his beauty and disappeared to make place again for his lover, the sun. Shining brightly in the morning hours and becoming more intriguing as time goes by until she has to say goodbye again.

That’s how it felt living here.

I took my time off, layed down on the grass and thought about god and the world.
And about him.
Achilles.

I’ve lived here for one year now,  in Pythia , under the caring but strong hand of Peleus.

Achilles and I , we’ve become inseparable.

We knew every part of each other , be it physically or mentally . There were now secrets between us.

Besides one. His mother.

He never really talked about her , only ever saying „You know what she expects of me Pat , I’m sorry“.

Pat. He gave me this stupid nickname but honestly? I couldn’t care less about the stupidity when he said it like it was a fine dessert.

My curiosity only grew , and never stopped growing either.

I wanted to see her. I wanted to see from whom Achilles got his features from. 

Cause with all due respect, Peleus wasn't an ugly man but he wasn't even comparable to Achilles.

So I sneaked after him when he walked away to go training. My footsteps felt heavier than normal , knowing that what  I was doing in this moment was forbidden , forbidden for me.

By him.

Peleuses Villa was right next to the beach. He told me that he met Achilles mother there.

It wasn’t a happy ever after story , not all no.

He said that he regrets meeting and loving her but not that Achilles was born . His son was his whole pride , his whole life.

And I understood why. For me , he was nothing less.

I sneaked behind a tree to make sure I wasn’t seen by anyone. My head turned and my brown eyes searched for his eyes.

They were so beautiful but I could never tell if they were really blue or green and when I asked him what’s true he simply smiled at me.

Maybe he didn't know himself.

As soon as he fell into my view I couldn’t look away. He ran in the sand , his rosy feet stroking the earth in such a high tempo that he looked like he was flying and not even touching the ground beneath him anymore. He was wonderful and absolutely ethereal to look at. His strawberry blonde hair looked golden as he ran and let the sunlight absorb his glory. 
The golden boy, Achilles Peliedes.

I continued watching , absolutely mesmerized by his everything. I didn’t even dare looking away and missing a moment of his training. Even when the sun already said goodbye and the moon came up , I was still watching him. 

But watching him wasn’t enough anymore , I wanted to talk to him , I wanted to touch him.

My thoughts deeply disturbed me but I was so fascinated at the same time. It felt like I couldn’t control my body , my legs moved on their own , running towards my moon.

„ACHILLES!“, I shouted as I ran towards him.

“Patroclus?“, he yelled back as he stopped running , waiting for me.

He waited for me.

As I ran quicker I noticed that I couldn’t stop anymore so when I shortly infront of him I simply jumped. As my body fell against his I wrapped my arms around his back to make sure he wouldn’t hurt himself.

Now I was laying on him ,I could feel his thighs beneath mine , I could feel his stomach pounding under mine , I could feel his breath on my face and his hands on my back.

I felt so much in this moment , so much that it was almost too much. I felt so overwhelmed of my feelings not knowing what they meant.

“Why are you here?“, he breathed.

“I wanted to see you run,” I told him.

Our eyes only were focused on each other but I still could see the smile on his face grow.

“Patroclus“, he said , making sure to pronounce my name right and taking his time doing so.

I loved when he did that.

„Where’s your mother?“, I asked.

„She went to get me some water but I wasn’t really thirsty.“

“You weren’t? Why did you ask her to do so then?“

“I wanted to talk to you , I saw you hiding behind the tree.“

“Oh.“ 

My face started to get red and I suddenly felt really embarrassed by my stalking activities.

“It’s fine. I hope you liked it.“

“It?“

“Seeing me running.“

“I did , you were wonderful.“

“Were?“, he almost layed his forehead against mine.

“N-No you know that I didn’t meant it like that.“

My face became even more red and I couldn’t help but feel like he was making fun of me.

„I know“, he smiled again and layed his head down on the sand again.

I still was laying on him but he didn’t seem to mind so I started observing.I observed how his legs looked , his arms , his shoulder and his face.

His face was slightly more red then normal , probably because of the intense running he did before. His freckles became more present and his bone structure slightly changed , puberty only started showing its good sides for him. His nose was still thin and straight , his lashes were still as longs as before and his lips still so pretty and plump.

I couldn’t help myself but ask how they would feel , how they would taste , how he would taste.

It was like I was under a spell , I felt so drawn towards him , his whole precens was so mesmerizing for me.

I came even closer , there were only a few inches between us.

He still looked so at me, his eyes following mine.

I wanted to know what this feeling was,  so I leaned in.

“Achilles!“, a sharped voice shouted.

The loudness and tone of this voice caused the both of us to break the contact that we held and me to stand up real quick.

A tall woman walked towards us , her skin flawless and pale , her hair silky and black reaching up until her hips , her face looked extremely sharp but so attractive as the same time but the most intriguing feature was the bloody red mouth.

lipstick?

“Mother” , he called her. 

Achilles also stood up again, straightening his clothes and limbs.

Thetis.

This was Thetis.