he’s not the sun, i am
On July 22nd of 2010, a month and a bit more after they won the Cup, the longest solar eclipse of the century happens. NASA warns people not to observe the sight with bare eyes- there’s too much power in the sun, they say, and it can damage your retina.
That’s funny, Jonny thinks, stopping in the archway leading from his living room, where he can see Patrick perched on his kitchen counter in too long sweats and badly rumpled hair. That the only way we can witness such grandiose phenomena is with extreme caution.
And then Pat looks over the top of the newest shitty romance novel he’s been reading, and does that smile where it reaches both his dimples and his eyes, and oh. Oh. That’s not funny at all.
[a/n: first prose piece posted here! wrote this a long while ago for some fanfic thing lol. probably the only context you need to understand this piece is that jonathan and patrick are hockey players? cause i am nothing but predictable. & their team won the cup (or the hockey championship trophy) that year sometime early june.
i actually quite like this piece? because if you know me in real life you know one of my greatest gripes with my writing is that there aren’t a lot of layers to unpack, or symbolism, or references in general. i’m a very literal, confessional writer and i don’t know if i like that? it’s what i’m familiar with for sure but i would also like to improve in other genres and styles. so this was one of my first successful attempts at branching out, lel.
thanks for reading! <3]