aruan | Justin Month, Day Nine

C'mon. Just give in to him already. You know you want to.

Mirage by Merry

Chris remembered chasing Justin across what felt like miles of flat, flat, flat. Cracked dirt like they only had in movies about Africa or Arizona. Justin had his hat, or his walkman or something, and laughed like a hyena while he ran. Chris-then thought he was chasing Justin because he wanted his hat back. Chris-now figured he'd chased Justin because Justin ran.

My logistical issues with this story aside, I find the notion that no matter where/when/how, they'll always end up together irresistibly romantic - here, Justin manages to somehow remain their compelling force, their own kind of gravity.