Unwritten Fate [BL]-Chapter 46: Hold Me, Don’t Let Go,( My Heart Knows Only You)

The door clicked shut behind Billy, but the sound echoed in Artur's chest like a slammed gate.

He didn't hesitate.

Chair legs scraped across the floor as Artur stood. Mr. Dand glanced up, mid-chew, brows lifting, but Artur was already crossing the room, slipping on his boots.

Anna called after him, "You haven't finished—"

But he was gone.

Billy walked fast, hands in his pockets, head down. The air was cooler than it looked, and the morning light danced through the trees along the path.

He didn't really know where he was going.

He just needed space. Needed to breathe. The name Jay had spilled from his lips without thought—just a name, an excuse. But part of him hoped Artur would stop him. Ask him to stay. Something.

But he hadn't.

Billy's jaw clenched. Maybe I was right to be angry.

Footsteps.

Soft, at first.

Then more distinct—gravel shifting.

He turned, heart stuttering in his chest.

Artur.

Artur stopped a few feet away, breathing a little hard from rushing.

Billy blinked. "What—?"

"I didn't like how you left," Artur said, voice low but firm.

Billy swallowed. "I didn't realize I needed permission."

Artur's brows furrowed, stepping closer. "That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?" Billy's voice rose slightly, raw.

"I waited for you. Yesterday. I waited, Billy. You said you'd come back."

"I was coming back," Billy snapped. "But then I saw you—with her. Laughing. Holding hands. She had your necklace, Artur."

Artur flinched slightly, surprised. "She brought that up on her own."

"She said she was waiting for you," Billy continued, words tumbling now. "She leaned into you like you were—like you were hers."

"I didn't lean back."

"But you didn't pull away either!"

Silence stretched between them. The wind whispered against the fence. Somewhere, a bird chirped once and stopped.

Artur looked down for a moment, fingers curling at his sides.

"She's part of my past," he finally said. "But that's all she is, Billy."

Billy's lips parted. His anger faltered—but didn't vanish.

"She looked like your future."

Artur's gaze snapped to his. "No. You're wrong."

Billy stared at him.

"You're my future," Artur said, firmer now. "She clings to things that don't exist anymore. But you—you're the one I want to build something real with."

Billy didn't speak.

Artur stepped closer, slowly this time. "You think a necklace means more to me than the cup you made with your hands?"

Billy's eyes widened. "You knew?"

Artur smiled—small, sad. "I've known you were working on something. You get this look when you're focused. That cup probably means more to me than anything I've ever been given."

Billy's throat tightened.

Artur took another step. "Don't walk away like that again. If something hurts—tell me. Don't leave me guessing."

Billy exhaled, his shoulders slumping. The fight drained from him. "I thought I lost you," he whispered.

"You didn't," Artur said gently. "You just scared me."

Their eyes locked—unspoken words rising between them like mist.

Finally, Billy stepped forward. "I didn't give you the cup."

Artur's brow lifted. "Then maybe now's the right time."

Billy nodded, a slow smile breaking at the corner of his lips.

Artur's hand reached for his. Not pulling. Just holding.

This time, Billy didn't let go.

The sun had dipped lower by the time they reached the cottage, the sky washed in soft peach and indigo. A breeze rustled the trees nearby, and the scent of late blossoms drifted in the quiet air.

Billy's steps slowed as they reached the porch. He glanced sideways, noting the subtle calm on Artur's face now—the tight line of his jaw had eased. Neither of them said a word as Artur opened the door.

Inside, the house was still.

No sound of clinking dishes. No voices. Mr. Dand's coat was gone from the hook near the door, and Anna's shoes—those neat little leather ones—were missing too.

"They've gone out," Artur said, his voice low but almost relieved.

Billy nodded, stepping inside, his fingers brushing the cup-shaped bulge wrapped inside his coat pocket. His chest tightened.

Artur kicked his boots off and moved toward the kitchen without asking. "Want tea?" he offered.

Billy followed him quietly, his voice soft. "Yeah."

The water boiled, steam rising. Artur moved with familiarity, but Billy saw it now—how his hands lingered a bit longer on the tin of tea leaves, how he didn't speak much, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to fill the silence.

Billy leaned against the wooden counter, watching him for a moment, then slowly reached into his coat. "Wait," he said.

Artur looked over.

Billy hesitated. His fingers closed around the paper bundle. He walked forward and placed it on the table between them, carefully unwrapping the cloth to reveal the white ceramic teacup.

It gleamed softly in the fading light—delicate and round, with a little spiral sun sketched on one side in golden glaze, the lines slightly wobbly but warm. The handle curved just so, like it had been made to sit in Artur's hands.

Billy rubbed the back of his neck, a little nervous now that it was out in the open. "I made it... for you."

Artur didn't speak at first. He just stared at it, his fingers brushing the rim like he was afraid it might vanish.

Billy cleared his throat. "You... you always wake up before me. You're like the sun," he said, voice quiet. "So I thought..."

Artur lifted the cup gently, holding it in both hands. His throat moved. "It's perfect," he said. "You made this?"

Billy shrugged, suddenly shy. "It's not much."

Artur set it back down and stepped forward, closing the space between them. His arms wrapped around Billy without warning, pulling him in. "It's everything,"You're everything to me."

Artur's whisper fell into Billy's hair.

Billy exhaled, eyes fluttering shut, his body finally releasing the tension he'd carried all day." He leaned into the hug, his cheek pressed against Artur's shoulder, feeling the warmth—the comfort, the truth in it.

And for a moment, there was nothing else. Just them, in their quiet little home, with a sunlit teacup between them and something that finally felt steady.

Artur didn't pull away right after the hug. His fingers lingered at Billy's back, tracing slow, absent-minded circles, like he couldn't bear to let go just yet. Billy stayed still too—his hands resting lightly at Artur's waist, eyes half-closed, his body finally letting go of the tension he'd been carrying all day.

After a long, quiet moment, Artur whispered, "Let's get inside." Billy nodded softly, and they moved together in perfect sync, their bodies swaying like they were dancing. The teacup stayed on the table, a gentle promise waiting for the morning.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Artur's hands roamed Billy's body, tracing the curves of his shoulders and back. Billy sat at the edge of the bed, Artur on top of his lap, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss. "I thought I lost you today," Artur whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Billy's lashes flickered. 'I thought you already belonged to someone else,' he murmured."

Artur's thumb brushed over Billy's cheek, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "Never," he promised.

The silence that followed was full of unspoken emotions. Billy rested his forehead against Artur's, their hearts beating in tandem. "I missed you," Billy whispered. "Even when you were right there."

Artur kissed his temple. "Don't do that again," he said. "Don't leave without saying anything."

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Billy nodded. "Okay."

Artur's arms slid around Billy's waist, pulling him close until Billy's face tucked beneath his chin. Billy's hand settled over Artur's heart, feeling the steady rhythm that seemed to match his own.

As they sat there, the tension between them shifted, becoming a palpable sense of desire. Billy's fingers began to undo the buttons on Artur's shirt, his touch sending shivers down Artur's spine. Artur's gaze locked onto Billy's, his eyes burning with intensity.

"When Billy pulled Artur onto the bed, their movements slow but deliberate, it wasn't urgency but the need to feel every breath, every touch, to prove nothing had been lost their lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss.

Artur gaze on billy, his eyes burning with desire. He knew that this was it, the moment they had both been waiting for. And with a soft smile, Billy pulled him into a passionate, all-consuming kiss, one that would change their lives forever.

The world outside melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their love.

Artur slowly opened his eyes, finding himself nestled in Billy's arms. For a moment, he stayed still, trying to make sense of the warmth blooming in his chest. Beside him, Billy stirred, his lashes fluttering as he blinked into wakefulness. Their eyes met—silent, unmoving—charged with something unspoken.

Neither of them said a word. They just looked at each other, breaths syncing, the space between them alive with quiet tension.

Then Billy smiled—soft, sleepy, and utterly disarming. And just like that, Artur's heart gave in.

They remained like that for a moment longer, caught in the stillness, the only sound the faint thud of their hearts. Slowly, Billy reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Artur's ear. "The touch was featherlight, but it unraveled something deep inside him."

Artur swallowed hard, realizing the truth he could no longer deny.

He was in deep.

Hopelessly, irreversibly in love with Billy.

And when he looked into those eyes—open, vulnerable, filled with something pure and unguarded—he knew.

Billy felt the same.

Billy turned his head slightly, eyes meeting his. "Come closer," he whispered.

So Artur did. He shifted until his arm slid under Billy's neck, pulling him into the curve of his chest. Billy rested his hand lightly over Artur's heart, feeling the steady beat beneath his palm.

"I couldn't sleep last night," Artur's voice was barely audible.

"Me neither," Billy replied. "I kept thinking about stupid things."

Artur pressed his nose against Billy's hair. "Like what?"

Billy hesitated. "Like how maybe... you and her were meant to be. Childhood promises and all. That necklace..."

Artur stiffened slightly, then exhaled. "She's the past, Billy. And even then, it was just play. We were kids. You—" He paused, brushing his fingers along Billy's spine, "—you're the one I choose. Every day."

Billy buried his face into Artur's collarbone. "You didn't even smile when she fed you."

"I was trying not to throw the plate out the window," Artur muttered, and Billy let out a soft laugh.

That laugh broke something open. The tension, the wall, the unspoken ache between them—all of it melted away in the warmth of that shared breath.

Artur rolled slightly, pulling Billy on top of him, arms locked around his waist. "You're heavy," he teased.

"You deserve it," Billy mumbled against his neck. "For making me feel so jealous."

Artur grinned. "You didn't see your face, did you?"

"Don't make me hit you."

"Go ahead. I'll just hold you tighter."

Billy huffed, trying not to smile. He shifted so their foreheads touched, their legs tangled beneath the sheet.

"You're mine, right?" Billy asked quietly.

Artur kissed the corner of his mouth. "Always."...you... you—" he paused, brushing his fingers along Billy's spine, "—you're the part of me I didn't know I was missing."

The morning light stretched longer across the room, brushing against their bare arms, their locked hands, the shadows between their noses.

And there, in that slow, golden hush—no noise, no distance, no past lovers—just the steady, warm heartbeat of something real.