Fuck them.
Fuck everyone.
Because this thing that beats between us is way stronger than their words and their judgement.
The loss we felt is way deeper than societal standards and forbidden relationships.
It’s us.
As twisted as it is.
We don’t stop kissing that day. We make out in the streets. In the grocery store. Everywhere. We give the people in town a PDA they never signed up for.
I take pictures with a barely-willing Cole who hardly looks at the camera and refuses to pose unless it involves a kiss or me touching him.
I commemorate every moment and every second. I document the time where I get to kiss him anywhere I want.
Because
real life will strike again.
Real life will rip us apart.
And the only place I can have him is behind closed doors.
39
Doll Master
Once upon a time, there was a doll.
You thought you could get rid of me because I’m not sending you texts anymore.
I’m close even when I’m far.
I’ll follow like a star.
And that star will eventually become your fate and your only reprieve.
It’ll follow you as you grow. As you fall. As you stand up just so you’ll fall again.
You can’t run. You can’t hide.
Little doll, what have you done?
The fun has only begun.
And soon, you’ll come undone.
40
Silver
In the end, life goes on.
Mum was fine, and in her words, she only needed to clear her head in a place where Papa doesn’t exist. Usually, she makes him appear as the villain every chance she gets, but not this time. Maybe she’s finally moving on? I hope so, at least. I feel so sorry for Lucien.
After that weekend we spent in Nice, Cole and I evolved. I can’t find the words to describe it properly, but we just took it to the next level.