A Demos X Patrick Story
Patrick was concentrating on reading as a gust of wind brushed his hair into his eyes. He had found this quiet little niche of forest one day a couple weeks back and made a habit of visiting it during lunch. It was apparently a forgotten memorial to some teacher who did something for the school; Patrick hadn’t bothered reading the plaque. It was a simple little area, a small plaque saying who and why, and an ornate stone bench behind it. The wind blew softly and the fall leaves created a new pattern on the ground of reds, gold’s and browns, some that matched the pumpkin orange of Patrick’s hair. Once and awhile a squirrel would make some noise or a bird would chirp but Patrick failed to notice, too immersed in his book. It was only a gentle, familiar smell that made him look up from his reading. He saw with surprise, Demos on one knee with a rose in hand and a simple smile on his face. Patrick’s green eyes lit up as he took the rose and breathed in its sweet scent. He chuckled to himself and put the book down next to him as Demos caught his hand with the rose and held it tight. Demos pressed their foreheads together and took Patrick’s other hand. He pressed a soft kiss on Patrick’s freckled nose before laying a more passionate one on his lips, causing a handful of giggles to slip from said mouth.
