athens7 as Jack (font: Courier New)
and mazaher as Patrick (font: Verdana)
Jack leaves (Jack’s POV)
I look at him, I think I recognise once again what
his eyes are telling me, and I retreat.
You idiotic, love-sick, touch-starved godchild, my brain shouts lashing
out at me.
What demon possessed me?
I know, with a certainty that makes me shake with nausea, that the
alcohol is not to blame, not even in the slightest.
You should not think what you're feeling.
And yet. Here I am, my lips still tingling with the searing hunger of
his kisses, my hands itching to touch him once more.
I pushed too far, overstepped my bounds, abused of privileges so
arduously obtained, and now I have to make amends.
I stand on trembling legs, carelessly gather my clothes scattered on the
floor around us, whisper “Forgive me” (but, God help me, without looking
him in the eyes) and leave.
And while I step out of the black door with the polished brass knocker
shaped like a feminine hand holding a ball, all that is left to me is
the hope -- Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas – that some day,
one day we will manage to go back to our old, reassuring pantomime.
leaves; Jack goes to Patrick,
leaves, Patrick goes to Jack