The boy opened his eyes.

It was wet, but not cold.

There was darkness, but light.

An orange light. Orange hair.

Warmth. Love.

There was no water, but he heard it.

Hands reached out for him, touching his face.

Something broke.

He smiled.

A new sensation began forming in his chest.

Although it wasn't new.

He knew what is was.

From a long time ago, forgotten, vines of thorns grown over.

Trying to hide it from the world.

From himself.

It's no use.

At his touch it was like thousand butterflies formed inside his stomach.

Colors of millions overflowed his body.

He felt alive.

And he didn't feel like that in a long time.

He looked at his face.

He was wonderful.

He was beautiful.

His face.

His eyes.

His hair.

His smile.

He was everything and so much more.

“I love you.”