Finally, this thing is done! I wish I could've written this chapter a bit longer, though.

Finally Part 3 out of 3

Finally
1 After a long time, typically when there has been difficulty or delay.
Definition from the Oxford Dictionary

Years passed. They were in the same classes together, same field trips. And throughout those years, through the broken bones, mediocre report cards, and stressful assessments, Mathias found himself loving Lukas more and more by each day leaving.

And while teachers and understandings changed, the one thing that stayed consistent was Lukas' treatment of him. A friend; nothing more, nothing less. Lukas still laughed at his stupid jokes, but he would do it in the same manner that he did his mother's or brother's, the exact same way he did with the two boys he would meet up with after school sometimes.

Mathias couldn't help but want more. He wanted to talk to Lukas like his own parents did with each other, or like Berwald and Tino did. Lukas knew what he wanted, too. He had told him tens, if not hundreds of times in the years they had been together.

But still, the boy would snort, as if the two being soulmates was funny, and go back to reading the same book since the day they had met.

Mathias ran his hands through the growing green grass as he stretched. Spring was in full fling, and while he was sad to see winter wave goodbye, he knew summer was peeking just around the corner.

He yawned, and turned his head to the boy sitting beside him. He stared at him, studying him.

Mathias had always wondered what Lukas' skin felt like. Whether it was cold or warm, rough or soft. Lukas hadn't let him touch him yet, probably too scared to see his tattoo turn to the blue of Mathias' eyes. As a result, the ink was never colored, just black, the only changed being it stretched in time with his arm.
He raised himself up, still looking at him. He had been thinking about this for awhile. "Lukas", he tread slowly.

Lukas snapped his head up, surprised by the death of the silence. "Yes?"

"Do you think I'll ever have the chance of being loved by you," a narrow of dark blue eyes, " or should I just cut my losses and stop trying?"

"What do you mean?"

"All I'm saying is," Mathias flopped back down, staring at the sky as if he was searching for some hidden answer. "We met in the fourth grade. For god's sake, Lukas, we're seniors in high school and I haven't even been allowed to put a finger on you. Do you not want this. Do you not want me?"

Instead of saying anything, Lukas stayed there, frozen in place, before bringing his head down back to his book. Mathias let out a sigh. Why was he still even trying? He knew the answer, it was because he simply adored him, and always will, but with that, he still had to ask himself. Why did he love someone who did not love him back?

The thump of a book being shut sounded next to him. and he watched as Lukas carefully set it down. The spine was cracked, the pages covered and marred with the tears and stains of fingerprints. It was simply falling apart, and when Mathias had asked why he would keep such a torn up thing, all Lukas would do was shake his head.

Lukas had laid down next to him, keeping a distance so they wouldn't touch. They stared at each other, Lukas blinking slowly, Mathias glaring back with determination.

They stayed like that for what seemed like hours. it wasn't until Lukas averted his eyes, biting his lower lip that it all stopped.

He let out a huff, as if he had decided something, and scooted closer. And closer, all the way to the point where if one of them jerked even a tiny bit, they would come into contact. Their breaths mingled, and Mathias wanted so badly to close the distance.

With shaking arms, Lukas did that exact thing. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling and holding Mathias close. Mathias could feel his hot breath against his neck.

And when Mathias got home, he looked down, only to see the faded ink on his arm finally full again, and in brilliant dark blue scrawl.

Only at 748 words... *screams* I really wanted the last chapter to be in the thousands, but oh well. I'm so very happy that this is done, and, just a heads up, I have a SpaMano on the way! Just a request and you don't have to do so, but if you find a change in writing style in any of these chapters, please tell me. I'll take it with a pile of salt. Have a nice morning, day, and evening!