Dare
By Tsu Chan

It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, but because we do not dare that things are difficult.


Sometimes he watched James. Sometimes he’d think of the things he could say, could do, things that would make James take him seriously instead of just some skirt chaser friend who played (admittedly brilliant) pranks. Those things never came to light. They never saw any reality besides that undeniably realistic fantasy in Tristan’s mind, where James looked at him like he sometimes looked with Siegfried at some of the girls that Tristan was forever chasing.

As undeniably realistic as some of those things were, they became positively dangerous during confused and sweat streaked nights when Tristan would wake up breathing heavily, wondering why he couldn’t stop thinking, why he couldn’t stop watching until he was sure that James’ image was burned into a hole in his brain, set aside specifically for him.

That was all he had to go on, though. That was all he’d let himself go on.

He didn’t dare put those thoughts, those detailed actions into effect because...
 

The thoughts weren’t good enough, but they were all he had, and they were safe.
 

And until he wanted James more than he wanted security, those thoughts and deeds and dreams would have to do.

Back : Feedback