Chapter Seven: BROKEN HEARTS

Sky sought the one face that gave him comfort and warmth but was disappointed when he didn't find those sets of greens in the crowds. It was bad enough that Stefan was upset earlier, but now it's even worse that he had to leave.

Has he done something to anger the older boy? Maybe he shouldn't have tried to kiss him.

Stefan is never the type who gets angry, not with Sky at least. Sky stood up and ran the entire building around, seeking the only boy he ever wanted to see but found him not. Tired and exhausted, he sat on the front porch awaiting Stefan's return.

He would beg if he had to.

He would promise never to feel that way anymore.

Never to want his cousin to kiss him.

Sky cried into his hands, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get his Fanny off his mind.

"I-I'm sorry." He cried.

His party is long forgotten.

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Stefan sat slumped on a park bench, the cold air given him the shivers. He took a quick look at his watch and saw it was past 10:30 pm. He remembered been awake on that day, desperately awaiting the birth of the boy that has turned him into a putrid and vile being.

He mustn't do this.

He shouldn't do this.

Sky is just a boy, and so is he.

"Maybe its a phase, maybe it will pass." Unknowingly he repeated Sky's desperate plea, a reason to hang on to.

The thoughts that it will end someday.

Sky was after all his first cousin, maybe that was all there is to it. But is that a justification for how he felt towards the younger boy?

The pull was too strong.

The desire to love and be loved. To Touch and be Touched. To kiss those sweet forbidden lips and ruin both his and Sky's future forever. Stefan jerked up out of the bench and stared down at it as if it were the reason for his corrupted thoughts. His heart squeezed tight in his chest, he could feel Sky's pain.

The boy was crying, again.

He knew the boy would be looking for him, probably blaming himself for his disappearance. Stefan would never understand why his heart aches each time the younger boy cried, one of the reasons he made sure Sky never Cries. God, it makes him so weak that he was sure he would die if the boy never stops. Sky's beautiful blue eyes even though the boy wasn't with him, Stefan could feel them burning holes into his very soul, making the older boy weak in the knees.

"Why wouldn't he just leave his head and heart alone!?" Sky has taken up every part of him and filled it up like a six thousand pound woman in an elevator. Stefan cried into his hands.

He needed an escape from Sky.

From himself.

And the world in general.

Stefan made a decision, that would end up breaking or ruining both of them. With that in mind, he got on his skater and went home.

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The sight of a small figure hunched over on the porch was the first thing that caught the older boy's eyes.

How long has he been sitting there?

Stefan had hurt the boy, he knew. But he could not bring himself to worry about that.

Not now.

His mind made up.

It's now or never.

"Fanny!" The younger boy cried as he ran into Stefan. Sky had just raised his head up a bit to see if Stefan was coming back, for the millionth times that night. Then he saw him standing there, few feet away from him, on his skateboard. He couldn't help the joy that swelled in his chest as he ran into him, almost pushing the older boy off his board. Stefan caught them both before he lost balance and they would both fall. Then he gently pushed Sky off of him. If he was going to do this, he needed to be in his right mind. Stefan refused to be carried away by the beautiful boy before him or by the fact that Sky was hurt, and had cried a lot too.

"Sky, we need to talk." Stefan gently sat the weeping boy on the cold grass, he stood facing him. Sky wiped at his eyes furiously, he was trying not to cry anymore.

Fanny was here now.

Sky could tell from the older boy's eyes that he was really weak, but been the big strong brother he was, Stefan always stood strong no matter what.

"What is it, Fanny?" Sky whispered quietly, if Stefan wasn't standing very close to him, he wouldn't have heard the younger boy. Stefan went on to speak, defiling the voice atop his head that was begging him to stop and not say anything.

"First of all, the nickname has to go." Stefan seethed with venom in his usually calm voice, that it almost knocked the younger boy over on the grass, good thing he was seated, Sky would have fallen by the impact of that word. Sky's eyes widen in pure horror, his eyes losing its sparkles as they got darker, bluer than Stefan has ever seen before.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea, he could stop talking right now and pretend to be playing a huge prank on the younger boy. But Stefan was determined, he would never stop talking for anything.

Sky couldn't breathe, his eyes were blurry.

Maybe he didn't mean that or maybe he didn't hear him right. It was just a mistake. Fanny didn't mean that.

The younger boy was sure he was losing his mind. Maybe he had cried too much and had fallen asleep, and now he was having a horrible nightmare.

"Fann-" Sky's words were abruptly cut off by a harsh shove from Stefan.

"I said no more!" Stefan yelled, rushing back up on his feet and was pacing the stunned boy.

Wake up, Sky! The little boy mentally slapped himself, he was hyperventilating with fear so strong he was sure he would die from it. Wake up before you die in this horrible nightmare! Sky closed his eyes tight, fear gripped him.

"Listen to me," the bad Stefan's voice from his nightmare cut through him again. Sky had to open his eyes to look up at him. As far as the little boy knew, this was just a nightmare. He would wake up soon and everything would be back to normal. "I don't want you ten feet anywhere near me ever again," Sky shook his head vigorously, even if it's just a dream, his words still hurts. "Be yourself and stop fucking bothering me. You have messed me up more than enough already. I can't do this anymore" Sky was still Shaking his head.

This isn't real. This can't be real. Wake up, Sky. Wake up.

"Wake uppppp!" Sky yelled. Stefan was taken aback by the impact of that scream. It's a miracle none of his family members were rushing out this instant. Whatever he was going through at the moment had nothing on the boy before him. Sky was shaking so bad, his eyes flooding with tears. Stefan was sure he had never seen the boy cry that hard before.

He thought this was a dream?

How could he be thinking this as a dream, when it is real?

Sky knew the real Stefan would never hurt him, but this was real and he had hurt him. Stefan wanted to make sure Sky knew this wasn't a dream, so he held the boy in a Strong grip and watch him quiet down.

"This isn't a dream, Sky, this is real. I am real and I want you to Drop the nickname. Drop the act. Drop everything. Just. Leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone." Stefan blinked back tears as he saw the last sparkle disappear from the boy's eyes, making his eyes an even darker blue.

But Stefan wasn't finished yet.

"Get off my head. My heart, please..." Stefan broke down.

This was real, Sky knew that now. His throat rust dried, he wanted to die, to never live to see this Stefan ever again. What has he done to deserve such cruelty from the only boy he ever loved? Maybe that was his crime, he never should have loved his cousin.

His brother.

His family.

"Fan--" Sky tried again but fell into a broken sob at the last word from Stefan.

"No more." Stefan whisper yelled, and left Sky sitting on the grass, his arms wrapped around his shins as he rested his chin on his knees. More tears came rushing down as he watched Stefan disappeared into the house. Sky was certain he would never be able to call him by any other name. He was his Fanny, and now Stefan doesn't want him anymore.

Stefan had broken him, with each word that fell off the older boy's mouth, Sky could feel his heart bleed and the willing to live deserted him.

"How is he ever going to live without fanny?" Sky wondered. He was wounded and hurt beyond repair. Sky ran one hand through his hair and have them rested on the chain hanging loosely on his neck. Stefan hadn't collected it, even if he came back for it, Sky would never give it back. He tried to get on his feet but they just gave in on him and he fell.

Too weak to carry him.

Sky cried into the darkness, screaming his frustrations into the quiet night.

Stefan had cut him deep.

Then left him to bleed out and die.

Sky was certain if he ever made it through tonight, he would never be the same again.