Death Is Common, Love Is Rare [One shot- Hollyoaks set in 1900]

Steven Hay, the man who worked in my house as a servant, was here curled up next to me. He was very fragile. He was third class, so he would be. I wrapped the sheets around his fragile body. We were in my second home. I owe two houses, this one, is which I use for personal reasons, the other for work and business. Poor Steven, dosent even owe one house. He has to sleep with the rats. So this was heaven for him. He purred, he was warm, which made a change. My heart winds towards him, I cant carry on burying my feelings, however I was brought up in a world where my feelings are wrong and disgusting. I need a lady, they would say. Sir Brady, why dont you ask Eileen out for dinner. There all talking nonsense. "Steven, are you awake?" I ask, my voice goes through the walls. "Yes sir" he replies, he got a habit of calling me sir, he keeps forgetting, he can call me Brendan. "Brendan, remember, you got every right" I kissed his head. "Brendan, yes sorry" for a third class citizen, he spoke very well. "Sir, Brendan I want to let you know, that my heart will always wind for your loins" he was very handsome,when he spoke in a seductive way. "Sir Hay, I agree" I called him sir, he never been called sir before. Which is awful shame, that what he deserves. He blushed. "Thank you sir" he cuddled me. "Will you have to make important decisions tommow?" he asked me, referring to my business. Which is a brothel. I dont like owing the brothel, seeing those poor women being exploited, however I have no choice, its either that or nothing. They are lovely women though, they include Amy Barnes. Lindsey Nolan. Leanne Holiday. Texas Longford. Ruby Button. Esther Bloom and Theresa McQueen. "I dont think so" I replied. "What about your line of work?" I asked. He giggled. "Yes, tommow my decision is to either make chicken soup or nettle soup" he replied. I giggled as well. "I suggest the chicken soup, you know that Sir Simon Walker, gets wind from nettles" I made him laugh even more. It was nice, to see him laugh. "Right, have you read about the Irish guards, there being employed by Queen Victoria, do you think maybe I could give it a go" I was kidding. He laughed. He placed his lips on mine. I pressed mine on his. It was like magic, when we collided. Our clothes were already discarded.

I licked his scars, from all the whipping he endured. He held tightly on my hand. He really was handsome. After making sweet love. We laid next to each other, breathing. "Brendan" he choked. "Yes" I replied. "I love you" the reply came and went. He closed his eyes. "Steven" I said. No answer. "Steven" I repeat. Again no answer. "Oh my goodness, Steven dont play dead, come on" I rocked the bed. No movement. "Steven, Sir Hay, come on" I expected a giggle, nothing. "Steven" I repeat a third time. "Please" I blow air into his mouth. I do it again. I put my hands on his heart, pushing it up and down. "No, come on Steven" I kiss his mouth. Nothing. He left me, just like that. I Cry. Pulling in closer. Cuddling him. Death is common, Love is rare, both are unusual.