It's a sober spring afternoon. We go to the bridge in the garden behind my house to watch the sun kiss the waters goodbye. He isn't his happy self today. His eyes hold a story. I wait for it.
"People say 'I'd die for you', like it's even romantic." He spits his words disgusted. His brown eyes burning with some grief unknown.
"I watched my mother after he died.", he says slowly.
"My father. Died for her they say. It was love they say. Or maybe he chose the easy way out. I'd never know..." He's holding the railing of the bridge, his tendons visible by the pressure of the grip. "I watched her suffer every single day with the agony of losing him. Why should someone else carry the blame of his cowardice? Dying for someone!" He says the line last with his teeth clenched. With so much anger, so much pain, it's almost scary.
"& what happens after you die for someone? You die and put them through hell! How can you be okay with hurting someone you claim to love?" I've never seen him talk so much. He turns, the fire his gaze holds soften as I see myself in his eyes. Burning amber melting into the soft chocolate brown I loved. Deep. Gentle. Holding love greator than the pain they've seen. He holds my face every so gently, his thumb tracing my cheekbone and says, "Is it wrong if I say, I want to live for you?"
"People say 'I'd die for you', like it's even romantic." He spits his words disgusted. His brown eyes burning with some grief unknown.
"I watched my mother after he died.", he says slowly.
"My father. Died for her they say. It was love they say. Or maybe he chose the easy way out. I'd never know..." He's holding the railing of the bridge, his tendons visible by the pressure of the grip. "I watched her suffer every single day with the agony of losing him. Why should someone else carry the blame of his cowardice? Dying for someone!" He says the line last with his teeth clenched. With so much anger, so much pain, it's almost scary.
"& what happens after you die for someone? You die and put them through hell! How can you be okay with hurting someone you claim to love?" I've never seen him talk so much. He turns, the fire his gaze holds soften as I see myself in his eyes. Burning amber melting into the soft chocolate brown I loved. Deep. Gentle. Holding love greator than the pain they've seen. He holds my face every so gently, his thumb tracing my cheekbone and says, "Is it wrong if I say, I want to live for you?"
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