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10. 2010
We stay out late, Marc and I, dining on red meat that cost more than a week's worth of my salary. Sitting in front of glass mirrors, drinking from elegant wine glasses, we hold hands while eating. We're a picture perfect couple, an adorable illusion ready to be framed.
In the evening we attend a performance at the Opera House. He spends most of the night barring his love to me, caressing my hand and placing his heart there for safe keeping. I 'oh' and 'ah' at the theatrics of it all. I've always loved the opera.
At the end of the night, tumbling into the house, stripping up the stairs, falling into bed; we make love careful, slow, and controlled.
Then it's over.
It's been nice. Very nice, even lovely. A very well done Valentine's Day.
But an hour later, he rolls over in the bed to face me and asks, "Justin, are you happy with me?" And I can't even respond. The answer caught somewhere in my throat, stuck between a lie and the bitter truth. My hesitation, right now, is what finally break us, I think. He can hear the answer through my silence and I can see his heart cracking through his eyes.
We would've never last anyways, we were only made of glass.
Chapter End Notes:
4 more days :(. Hope you enjoyed this! Have a nice day.