Disclaimer: i dont own them...but a girl can dream
As Georges walked to the cathedral all he could think about was Robert. It seemed that Robert was the only thing he thought about anymore. It was always Robert this or Robert that. Thought he thought that maybe...just maybe he was becoming more and more like Robert every day. I can't become that...I can't. He is a selfish person who only does things for himself. the world does not need more people like him. Georges knew what he had to do. He had to put up a taller wall between Robert and himself. He knew it would be tough to shut out the one who made him so happy...but he had to.
Georges arrived at the cathedral and to his surprise Robert was unconcious in the first pew. Georges panicked and ran to Robert. He shook Robert and when Robert didn't stir Georges let loose. He cried and pulled out his beautiful, hand-carved, marble rosary and choked out a Hail Mary. Georges was still crying when he finished the Hail Mary and Robert still hadn't moved. Georges was sure that Robert was dead and that he was gone forever. I never even got to tell him how I felt. Wait... Georges unbuttoned Robert's shirt and found that Robert's heart was still beating. He removed Robert's shirt to look for bruises or some intimation that Robert had been beaten into this state.
Georges found markings. Just not the kind he was looking for. He found scars on Robert's wrists. Deep, wide, hideous scars. They could only be from one thing. Robert had been cutting himself. Excessively. Georges lifted Robert's arm gently into his hand and began to examine the cuts. Robert began shivering violently. Then Georges realized that Robert was shirtless in a freezing cold church! He also notice the finely constructed being that was Robert, his muscles were toned and his skin had a glowing quality to it. Georges knew that he had to get Robert home. But how?
Georges started pacing. Everytime he saw the pew Robert was in he surpressed an urge. An urge to do what...he didn't know. He clutched his rosary to his chest. It was nearing midnight and GEorges had no energy left. He needed rest. He went to the pew where Robert was and layed down. He awoke the next morning and as he sat up the bright sun shone in his eyes. Robert was gone. He'd left a note for Georges.
Georges,
Well I guess the cat is out of the bag. You know that I've been cutting. You mus not tell anyone! If you do...I wil take my leave in the still of the night. Georges, I've only been doing it because I am in love with someone I can never have. I love you Georges...
Robert.
Is this some cruel joke!? Georges asked himself. He knew that Robert was strange but never thought that he was gay...
A/N: well this is my first la esperanca fic...or the first chapter anyways...welllll if it deserves a review please do so i know its extremely short but future chapters will be longer
