With Roses In My Hand-
William wakes up to a fresh sent, one of crushed rose petals treaded with lavender water and kissed by love. He turnes to his side, wanting to bury his face in the soft blond locks of his new girlfriend and kiss her good morning. He started at the dark, almost black brown eyes staring at him.
"Good morning," comes the greeting, and shock wafts over like a haze, settling on his eyes and fogging up his mind.
Skandar.
"What...what?" Is all William can manage as Skandar untangles himself from William's arms. "How?" Skandar is getting up, and William desperately wants to apologise for being so crass after a night that they had shared under the influence of tequila, but somehow there sems to be a barrier pushing them apart, forcing linked hands to split.
"It's alright if you don't remeber what happened. Nothing did, anway, you're not missing out on much." Skandar faces William, and one can see quite clearly the bitter lines around his eyes for a split second, carved like the deep slashes of a knife into his features.
"Skan, I'm sorry." William stands up, quite unaware of his nudity and grabs Skandar around the middle, hugging him tightly and feeling the crinkle of the no longer crisp white shirt Skandar is wearing. Skandar is limp in the embrace, facing away and William tries his best to reach across the void.
"No, really. I remember what happened last night, and-" He is cut short as Skandar whirls around and shoves him away, eyes flashing with defiance and something else William can't put his finger on.
"Nothing did happen." He tugs his pants on, throws the jacket onto this shoulder and strides out of the room, slamming the door behind him. William sits on the bed, cradling his head in his hands. He looks up at the door, hoping to see Skandar entering but sees the whitewashed wood of the door instead.