LOST LOVE

After completing all his chores, he decided to get some sleep. It was a late night. The clock read - "10:45 PM". He lived in a house, alone. He arranged the sheets and lied down, tried closing his eyes but couldn't because he was not tired. He got up and drank a glass of water. Since he loved playing the piano, he went on to play it. He sat on the chair, opened the book and started playing. Oh! How wonderful he plays. His eyes on the book and fingers on the board showed how good he was in it. As soon as he finished playing, the sound of someone's clapping reached his ears. Who it would be? He lives alone and nobody comes at night. He turned back and stood in shock. There was a boy almost of the same age as his, sitting on a chair. He had fair skin, black hair and amber eyes. He was dressed in sweatpants and a black shirt. 

"Who are you?!" he asked the boy.

"Hello, Oliver! My name is Jamison." 

"How - how do you know my name ?" he was a little feared.

Oliver was completely shocked to see a boy in his house. He never had friends nor any relatives. Then who was he? Was he a thief? How come he knows Oliver's name? Does Oliver know him? Was it a trap? 

Jamison didn't answer anything instead he moved closer and closer. Oliver was scared but he didn't step back. Jamison took Oliver's hand and wrapped it with his? What was he doing? Was he going to kill him? Oliver was going to get his answers soon. 

"Close your eyes!" Jamison said

Both of them closed their eyes slowly. There was extreme silence in the room. And suddenly, Oliver opened his eyes followed by Jamison. Both of their eyes were glowing. Was Oliver hypnotised? No, he wasn't. They moved closer. The glowing was gone. Jamison left his hand and held Oliver's waist while Oliver rested his hands around Jamison's neck. They moved more closer making the distance between them barely a centimetre. Their faces were now incredibly close. And finally, their lips connected and moved in synchronisation as they felt each other's love.