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After being nothing but miserable and scared for the past two months, I finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief when I got the news. For once, the bearer of good news was my father: the charges against Eric were dropped. One week after the guys and I rescued Butters, the ballistic test results came back and they were able to determine that the bullets found in Scott Tenorman's basement matched Eric's firearm. He told me that he could have still gotten in trouble for owning a fake ID and purchasing a gun with it, but since he got attacked twice while he was incarcerated, and that one of those times could have been deadly, the State of Colorado won't prosecute him for it. Speaking of the attacks: it turns out it was Trent Boyett's old cellmate, a dangerous youth known as Romper Stomper, who carried them out upon Trent's request. Romper Stomper was put into solitary confinement and a subsequent five years for attempted murder were added to the sentence he was already purging. My father also gave me some other news: my family will come back to South Park in a week. He also told me what Trent Boyett, Scott Tenorman and Anthony Foley are facing: Trent is facing a life sentence for the murder of Annabelle Foley with an added ten years for kidnapping and sequestration, twenty years for torture and fifteen years for the framing. Scott Tenorman is facing twenty five year for attempted murder, ten years for sequestration, twenty years for torture and fifteen years for forging forensic evidence. However, since Scott has a history of mental illness, he could plead insanity and be sent to another asylum. Finally, Anthony Foley is facing ten years for kidnapping and fifteen for being an accessory to serious felonies. I'm glad to know that these dangerous individuals are going to be locked up and unable to harm anyone else.
The guys and I took the time to go visit poor Butters a couple of times since he woke up: the poor little guy is hanging in there as best as he can. He's been undergoing bouts of rage where he pretty much tries to destroy everything in his room. The first time we went to see him, he was in the middle of one of these bouts, but the second he saw us, he dropped to his knees and started to cry. It was almost surreal to see Butters, the guy who's always cheerful and so happy go lucky, break down like that. The fact that the cops pay him daily visits to ask him more and more questions for the investigation doesn't help. He cried on Kenny's shoulder on told us that he's just sick and tired or living those five horrific days over and over whenever the investigators ask him questions. All he wants is heal, physically and mentally, and move on with his life. Other than that, he's getting better every day: his hands are healing and he's learning how to function without his two pinkies.
I am ecstatic! I am overcome with joy and happiness! The second Eric sees me outside of Alamosa, he runs towards me, picks me up and spins me around, puts me back down and gives me longest, most tender kiss I've ever experienced. It's the type of kiss that sends shivers up and down your spine, the kind that gives you goose bumps and that makes your core and heart flutter like the wings of a majestic butterfly playing in the wind. It started off as a chaste kiss, but quickly and with almost perfect timing, our tongues demanded entry into each other's mouths and soon, our two tongues were dancing together. In these past two months, I almost forgot how good he tasted and how intoxicating his scent was. I run my fingers through his smooth brown hair while he takes a handful of my red curls and pulls them ever so slightly. Our loving reunion stops when we hear the sound of someone gagging and eventually we hear someone throwing up, followed by a burst of giggles. My fiancé and I turn towards the source of the sounds and see the following: Stan just threw up in the parking lot and Kenny is pointing at him and laughing while Bebe's Boobs mimics her master's actions and laughter. Eric and I can't help ourselves and end up joining Kenny in his laughter. A few moments later, Stan's stomach seems to be settled and he finally straightens himself up.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing you two make out." He says, shaking his head.
"Oh, come on Stan! It was just a little kiss: It's not like they were grinding each other." Kenny replies with a smirk. It makes Stan gag again.
"Jesus Christ, dude! Why do you always have to be such a fucking pussy?" Cartman asks.
Despite the happiness of this moment, there's a dark cloud looming over me. I don't know how I'll break the news to Eric, but I don't have a choice.
"Alright guys." I start. "We have a long drive ahead of us: we better start heading now if we want to make it there before dark." I continue before I turn to my super best friend. "Are you gonna be OK, dude?"
Stan nods a yes, while Cartman looks at me with a look of suspicion in his gorgeous hazel eyes.
"What do you mean by that, Khal? We're only two and a half hours away from South Park."
I try to tell him, but I don't really have the heart to. I open my mouth several times to try to answer him, but no sound escapes. Kenny picks up on it and comes to my rescue.
"We're not going to South Park, bud. We need to get you to Denver as soon as possible and we're spending the night there. Kyle packed up some clothing for you and we already booked a room." Kenny says as Cartman looks at him with a concerned look on his face.
"And just why are we going there?" He hesitantly asks after swallowing dryly.
I finally find the courage to speak. "I got a call from Anschuts: your mom might not make it through the night." I say, putting a hand on his shoulder.
His eyes widen incredibly and tears start to rise in his eyes. His breathing gets a little bit erratic and he starts to lightly quiver.
"Quick! Let's go, you guys! If I don't see her, I'll never forgive myself." He says as he opens the front passenger's door of Stan's car. The three of us take the hint and quickly board Stan's vehicle.
I have a feeling that it's going to be a very long, very silent four hour car ride. Sitting behind Stan, I can sort of see my fiancé suppressing tears and nervously playing with his hands: I don't even want to know what is going on in his mind right now.
As soon as Stan's car is parked, we briskly make our way to see Ms. Cartman's with Eric leading us to her room. Kenny made sure to wear sunglasses and Stan is guiding him by holding him by the arm: he wants to pass for a blind person so that Bebe's Boobs is allowed the hospital as a blind person's animal aid. We are finally standing in front of Liane's room and Eric slowly opens the door after taking a deep breath and swallowing dryly. We enter the room and I can't believe how much Liane has deteriorated since I saw her last time, a mere two weeks ago. She's reduced to nothing more than skin and bones, her complexion is a duller shade of grey and her eyes that used to sparkle are almost completely lifeless, until she notices her son standing in the doorway: upon seeing him, a faint spark resurges. On the other hand, Eric is completely flabbergasted by the sight of his mother in such condition. He quickly, but quietly makes his way to the side of her bed and takes a seat in the chair placed there. Seeing him, Liane extends her frail, trembling hand and she caresses her son's cheek.
"My little poopsykin came to see me! I missed you so much my sweet boy. It's so nice of you to have brought all your little friends." She says in a weary, almost inaudible voice.
"Shhhh, mom. Save your strength. I'm here now." Eric tells her, clearly fighting the tears that rise in his sad hazel eyes.
"Kyle, thank you for bringing me my boy and thank you for visiting me as often as you have in the past few months. I really wish I could be around for your wedding day: you two are meant for one another. Please take care of him when I'm gone." She says, ignoring her son's demand and looking at me with a faint smile drawing itself upon her face. I feel the tears rise in my eyes.
"You can count on me, Ms. Cartman. I will take care of him as best as I can." I tell her, smiling through my own tears
He scoots his chair closer to his mother and delicately wraps his arms around her, allowing her to comfortably rest her head on his bulky and supple arm. He shushes her once again, but she completely ignores him.
"Eric Theodore Cartman, you need to know something I never told you. When I got pregnant, everyone was pushing me to get rid of you. I categorically refused. When I was too far along the pregnancy to get aborted, they tried to convince me to give you up, but I stood my ground." She starts, pausing to take a breath while her son starts to gently sob. "It was the best decision of my life. Eric, you are the best thing I that ever happened to me and I love you very, very much. Despite you being a difficult child and a wild teenager, you are very caring and sensitive despite the wall you built around yourself to protect your feelings." She continues, pausing one more time to breathe while tears are streaming down Eric's cheeks. She grips Eric's sleeve and looks up to his face, to his eyes. "Eric, you are a beautiful boy inside and out. Tear down that wall, Eric. Show the world your true colours: they are so beautiful." She concludes with her final breath. Her grip on Eric's sleeve loosens and her head flops over to the side.
"Mom? Mom!" He says, gently shaking her. His words seem half caught in his throat. "Please mom, you can't leave me now." He continues, now hugging her lifeless frail body. "No! No! No!" He finally screams before bursting into heavy and erratic sobs.
Seeing him like that breaks my heart. I walk to him and rest my hand on his shoulder and he carefully sets his mother back down on the bed before he turns towards me and wraps his bulky arms around my waist, never ceasing to sob. I glance at Stan and Kenny, and the two of them are silently crying. With a head movement, I signal them to come closer which they immediately do. Eric ends up being group hugged by all of us, including Bebe's Boobs who's hugging his leg. We stay like that for a moment until one of the nurses walks in. Eric lifts his head from my waist, my t-shirt now dampened by his tears: his face is all red and puffy and my heart breaks even further.
"My condolences Mr. Cartman." The nurse says after covering Liane with a white sheet. "Someone is preparing the paperwork to have the body discharged. They will come see you shortly." She continues before leaving the room.
I can see the nurse's lack of tact is making Eric angry, so I pull him into a hug to calm him down before he makes a scene: I know how emotional he can get over small things, so when it's something major, there's no telling what he could possibly do.
"Take deep breaths." I whisper in his ear. "I'm here for you. The guys are here for you. We'll make it through this."
The general mood was very heavy when we checked in to the hotel room the night that Liane passed away. That time, we had booked it in a decent hotel, unlike the time Stan, Kenny and I stayed in Alamosa. Don't get me wrong: it was not a fancy place, but at least the furniture and the beds didn't look like they were straight out of the eighties. We were at the hospital for a few hours following Liane's death: Eric had to sign off on a lot of paperwork so that the hospital could make arrangements such as to send her body to the right funeral home. Eric and Liane had already planned for this when she first got diagnosed, before her condition deteriorated, to make things easier on Eric once the time came. Eric didn't want to make the arrangements at the time because he was in denial as to the severity of her condition, but I think he was a little relieved that the arrangements were made ahead of time: he didn't have to go through the unpleasant hassle of choosing a coffin, flowers, songs and other difficult decisions that arise at a time of grief.
The room we had gotten had two queen sized beds one next to the other. I remember Stan, who was probably trying to alleviate some of the gloom we were all feeling, asked Eric and I not to have sex right next to him and Kenny. Eric didn't even respond at Stan's humorous jab, but instead gave him the death glare. We had gone to bed early: all of us were exhausted from all the driving and all the emotions that we went through that day. Eric had cried himself to sleep in my arms while all I could think about were Liane's last words: I had never heard anything truer being said about my fiancé and I feel privileged that he had allowed me to see his real self after all these years of putting up a front.
My parents came back yesterday from Connecticut, just in time for Liane's funeral. I remember the shock my mother was under when I told her over the phone a few days prior. Her shock was even greater when I told them I was sleeping at Cartman's house that night on the drive back from the airport. She got offended that I didn't want to spend time with my family after not seeing them for so long. I simply told her that Eric just lost his mother and was sick with grief and couldn't be left alone, after which she calmed down a bit. It's going to take some time to readapt to living with my family again. Unsurprisingly, the moment we got home, my dad immediately asked me about the law book and what I learned from it.
"Law is not based on truth, but rather on reasonable doubt. The case of The State of Colorado Vs Eric Cartman is proof my statement. An innocent was jailed while waiting for trial during two months preventing him from seeing his dying mother. All of it was based on an assumption rather than on facts." I dryly replied.
My statement seemed to have taken him off guard and he dropped the whole what did you learn interrogation right there and then.
Today, we celebrate Liane's funeral. For once, the church is filled with people, myself and my family included. It pisses me off that I can't sit with my fiancé the day of his mother's funeral, but I have no choice since my family is back. I don't know how long I'll be able to bear live a lie, keeping the relationship with the love of my life a secret from a family that is supposed to love me unconditionally. Eric is supposed to say a few words during the ceremony and I wonder if he'll be able to bear it. Granted, he did pop a xanax pill before coming here in order to calm his nerves a little bit. Priest Maxi starts the ceremony and briefly talks of Liane being with Jesus and God or whatever Catholics believe. I'm not really paying attention to his words, but rather to Eric and how I wish I could be seated next to him so I could hold his hand and feel a little more like his future husband rather than just another one of his friends. Finally, Eric gets up and makes his way to the altar to give his eulogy. He starts off with a passage from the bible, but then he expresses himself in his own words.
"Thank you all for coming here. I really appreciate all the support and kind words I've received from all of you to help me get through these difficult times. My mother would have been pleased to see how the little town of South Park came together to commemorate her short life and help me mourn her departure." Eric started. "My mother was far from perfect, but her greatest strength is that she did the most she could with what she had. My mother worked ass off to be able to raise me all by herself." Eric continued although some people gasped upon hearing the word ass in the church. "My mother didn't care what people thought of her: she always followed her convictions... and I happened to be one of them. She believed in me like no one ever did, she knew me like no one ever did and she loved me like no one ever did." His eyes are tearing up and he's looking straight at me right now. My pulse accelerates. "No one, except for you, Kyle: while everyone branded me as a criminal, you believed that I was innocent. When I made fun of you or teased you endlessly throughout the years, rather than cut all ties with me, you stuck around no matter how annoyed you got because you suspected it was just a front I was putting up. Kyle, when my life started crumbling around me, you never let me down. My mom loved you for it, and so do I. Thank you for being there for us." He concluded with tears streaming down his cheeks.
His words felt as sharp as a dagger, but were as sweet as cotton candy at the same time. All eyes are on me now, and I feel tears rise in my own eyes and my face is burning up. Eric moves away from the altar and makes his way over to me. He's not seriously doing this to me. I quickly scan the room: Kenny's jaw dropped and Stan is clearly trying to suppress a stops by the bench where my family and I are seated and signals me to get up. He is seriously doing it. God damn it Cartman! His eyes are filled with tears and his quivering smile show just how emotional he is right now. As awkward as the situation feels, his words and his expression just melt my heart. I get up and go join him, being careful as to not step on anyone's feet. My face burns and my heart feels as though it's going to jump out of my chest. Everyone is staring at Cartman and me. As I'm about to reach Eric, I quickly glance at my family. My mom has a huge smile on her face and her eyes are filled with tears of pride: she probably thinks Eric meant that he loved me as one loves a brother. My father has a perplexed look on his face: he probably has some doubts as to what Eric meant. Ike has a little amused smirk and a raised eyebrow: the little shit actually figured it out. I'm finally standing in front of my secret-not-so-secret fiancé and he just bear hugs me for a few moments and keeps muttering thank yous.
Next thing I know, everyone in the church, my parents included, are clapping at us. Other than Ike, Stan and Kenny, everyone here thinks this is about brotherly love. As Eric breaks our embrace, he places a hand behind my shoulder and guides me to go sit front row with him. I look at my family and my mother nods a yes although my father still seams perplexed, but at least he says nothing about it. As soon as we sit back on the front row bench, Eric takes my discretely put my hand in his and leans over.
"I love you Kyle" He whispers in my ears.
Suddenly, it hits me like a ton of bricks: Ever since Liane passed away, Eric has been pronouncing my name properly. Coming from Eric, this is a huge deal.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Eric asks me as he puts some clean boxers on.
"Yeah, I'm convinced." I reply with certitude.
After the funeral, my mother immediately asked Eric if he wanted to come over to our place for diner. Eric didn't hesitate to take her up on the offer, but he said he wanted to go home first to maybe take a shower and put on some more casual clothing. I immediately told my parents that I was going to go back to Eric place with him because I had forgotten a bag with some of my personal stuff from yesterday's sleep over. My parents seemed to buy it, but Ike just heavily sighed while covering his face with the palm of his hand. The second we arrived at Eric's place, he rushed upstairs while I was left on the couch to ponder certain questions I needed to answer for myself. I had a taste of what it was like to live with Eric until he was arrested, and it was the best, most serene time of my life. Eric can be a major pain in the ass, but he doesn't put pressure on me and he doesn't demand me to be something I'm not. That first month after my parent's departure, I barely had any stress to deal with and for the first time since my childhood ended, I truly felt free. I have quite a large sum of money put aside from working at Vatican and I still have a little over a year to work there before graduation, so money is not an issue to pursue my dreams of world travel. The real questions remain: Can I put up with my parents for another year? Now that Stan and Kenny know about my relationship with Eric, will I be able to keep it hidden much longer? The answer to both these questions is a solid no. When I hear the shower stop, I go up to see Eric and discuss a couple of things with him.
"I want to come out to my family." I brashly say. Eric giggles at my statement.
"I don't really care if you do, but you do realize that your asshole father will disown you for it, right?" Eric asks. I nod positively. "You do realize that with because of your mom's big mouth, the whole town will know about us by the time your father will be done kicking you out of his house?" He asks again on a tone that is just as stern.
"I am convinced that it's the best thing to do. After everything we've been through in the past few months, nothing scares me anymore. My father's threats don't scare me; my mother's screeching doesn't scare me; other people's judgements don't scare me. The only thing that scares me is to lose you again." I reply, looking at my fiancé right in the eyes. He smiles at my statements and comes up to me to embrace and kiss me.
I have never felt so strong in my life, and I just figured out why: when Eric and I are together, we become invincible.
"Thank you very much for having me over for dinner Mr. and Mrs. Broflovski." Eric says to my parents once we're all done eating.
"It's our pleasure. You've been through very rough times lately and it's the least we can do." My mom replies in a sweet voice.
"It would have been much worse if Kyle wasn't there for me." He says, glancing at me. I feel myself blush slightly.
"You boys seem to have grown really close lately." My father casually says.
"Even a little too close perhaps." Ike slyly mutters. My mother looks at him with a perplexed look.
"What is that supposed to mean?" My mom asks after a brief moment of silence.
Eric and I look at each other: It's now or never. I take a deep breath as Eric smirks and nods. As I expected, my pulse accelerates and I suddenly need to take a crap. I take Eric's hand in mine; upon seeing that, my father glares at me and Ike's face is crossed with a mild look of disgust.
"It just means that I'm gay and that Eric and I are a couple." I finally admit, staring at my father straight in the eyes.
My mother gasps and my father looks at Eric and me as though he wants to kill us both. Ike seems amused by the whole situation. My father's face turns red and is contorting with rage. If my father had looked at me like that a year ago, I would have shat my pants right then and there. But now, I feel nothing but confidence and fearlessness. I can't help but smile at my bewildered family.
"You!" My father says as he points at Eric. "Out of my house! You will not corrupt my son any further!" He turns to me "And you, you are to never see him again. No son of mine is going to be a fagot, understood?"
Eric and I look at each other once more and burst into laughter. This time, my father gets up, walks over to me and tries to strike me, much to my mother's horror, but his arm is caught mid air by Eric.
"Oh no you don't. Not under my watch: remember what happened last time Mr. Broflovski? It'd be a shame if you had to walk around with another black eye." He sternly warns him, his eyes narrowing onto my father's.
"What? What? What?" My mother screeches
"Sheila, let me handle this. Get out of my house, you stupid son of a whore!" He spits at my fiancé. I can just see the pain those words inflicted in Eric's eyes and I will not allow my asshole father to treat my fiancé like that.
"Don't you dare say that to my fiancé ever again!" I yell, startling both my parents and Ike. "I love him and nothing you can do or say will change ever that."
My father takes a few steps back and looks at me with an air of sheer and utter disgust. My mother looks as though she's on the verge of crying: she frozen in place and seems to be trembling. Ike's face has gone from smug to a little worried. My father ends up taking a deep breath and he looks at me dead in the eyes.
"Kyle, this has gone far enough and this is your last warning: you are to stay away from this-"he pauses then points his finger at Eric. "This abomination. For as long as you live under my roof, you will follow my rules. You have no more social privileges and when you are not in school, you will be upstairs in your room studying your law manuals. Is that clear?" He says relatively calmly compared to how enraged he looks.
I stare blankly at my father, my mind being somewhere else. Memories from the night that changed me forever are coming back to me in waves; that night, I realized that I'd rather get disowned than to live a life I didn't get choose. I recall everything that I went through with Eric these past three months, and I know for a fact that there's no way in hell I can live without him in my life. My mind was already made up before coming here anyway.
"Everything is crystal clear to me, but it doesn't seem clear to you father: I will never be a lawyer and I'm gay. Eric and I are engaged and that is final. If you can't accept it-"
"I will never accept that! If you don't can't be reasonable and put an end to this nonsense, then you can just leave this house and never come back!" He interrupts me, yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Kyle, as I told you before: my house is your house. Come live with me." Eric softly says.
"Let's get out of here." I say, taking my fiancé's hand.
I look at my so-called family one last time: Ike seems troubled and confused and my mother is sobbing quietly. When we walk by next to her, she extends her arm and gently brushes my cheek.
"Kyle, my bubbe-"She says before she starts wailing inconsolably.
"Sheila, don't give him any attention! I don't know whose son he is, but he sure as hell isn't mine!" My father yells at my poor mother which makes her cry even more.
"Kyle, wait-"Ike screams.
"Stay out of this Ike! Let this be a lesson for you too. If you don't follow the rules, there will be consequences!"
Despite the fact that I'm sad and a little heartbroken, I don't turn back. My father singlehandedly destroyed his very own family by being a control freak. I kind of feel bad for Ike and my mother: the atmosphere is going to be very shitty for the next little while in that house. Eric and I walk out of my parent's house hand in hand and start heading to Eric's house.
"All in all, I'm proud of you babe. You were able to stand up to your douche bag father. For a second, I was scared that you were going to cave in to his demands." Eric tenderly says as we get out of his car.
"Yeah, well I realized that I wasn't going to be able to survive another full year with him breathing down my neck. Besides, if I chose to stay with them, then everything we went through the past few months would have been meaningless." I reply as we walk to the door.
"In any case, welcome home, Kyle." He exclaims as he unlocks the door.
I smile, thinking about how happy I am to finally be free from all the stress my family generates.
"I guess you're stuck with me for good now." I tell my fiancé as I wrap my arms around his bulky frame.
He lifts my chin up and puts his lips to mine, kissing me tenderly until he parts them, inviting my tongue to dance with his, invitation which I gladly accept. The dance starts off slow, but builds in intensity with each passing second and it isn't long until we both start lightly panting. "Upstairs?" He asks after breaking the kiss. I nod, accepting his offer. He picks me up and carries me bridal style upstairs before gently setting me on his bed. After putting his mouth to mine once again, he undoes my pants and pulls them down along with my underwear revealing my erection. He gently starts to stroke me, making me moan in his mouth. I repay the favour by removing his pants, only I break the kiss and I go lick his rock hard cock, teasing it mercilessly before taking his whole length in my mouth, making it slide in gently at first, but building up to a much faster pace, making sure that the head would hit the back of my throat as much as possible and only toning down the pace when I couldn't suppress the gagging anymore. Listening to Eric's moans is like music to my ears.
"Kyle, fuck me in the ass!" Eric asks me in between two moans. I freeze and almost spit his dick out of my mouth before sitting back up.
"I beg your pardon?" I ask, completely bewildered and taken off guard.
"I said fuck me in the ass... please?" He repeats a blush slowly creeping on his face.
I swallow dryly: I've never been on the top before and I really hope I won't disappoint him. I gently incite him to turn around and lie down on his stomach and pull the bottle of lube from his night stand. I insert one finger in his ass and start sliding it in and out. I feel him tense up.
"Relax, or it'll hurt more than anything." I gently tell him.
As soon as I feel his muscles relax, I insert another one, but I pick up the pace a little bit. Eric finally releases a small moan and his entrance is completely relaxed now: it's time to make love to him. I cover my throbbing erection with a good quantity of lube and I start rubbing my erect member on his hole until I finally enter him, ever so slowly and ever so gently. The deeper my cock reaches, the more Eric's body starts tensing up and the more he whimpers. After about three or four gentle thrusts, he starts relaxing and it's my cue to pick up the pace. As I thrust a little faster, Eric's whimpers turn into moans. I try different angles of penetration until I hit a particular spot which makes him shout out in pleasure. The fact that he's enjoying this so much fills me with pride and it turns me on immensely.
"Turn around: I want to see your face." I order him after pulling out.
He complies with my request and the second I see his face, I feel a jolt going from my gut to my dick, making it throb: he's flushed and is starting to be out of breath, but the look on his face is one of pure gratification. I smirk, overflowing with pride as I position myself and rest his legs on top of my shoulders. I enter him once more and find that special spot after a few thrusts. Eric moans, and screams and begs for more, so I fuck him harder and harder. He's just so incredibly hot right now that I don't know how long I can keep going like this before reaching the point of no return. I reach down and kiss him passionately and after mere moments, it's as though my hips have a mind of their own.
"I love you Eric!" I yell after breaking our kiss.
"I love you too Kyle!" He yells in between moans and grunts.
I pound his ass until I climax, releasing my seed inside of him. I lie on top of him for a few moments in order to catch my breath before rolling off to the side. I notice that my fiancé came all over the place: there's semen on both our stomachs and some that leaked all over the sheets. We both lie down next to each other panting just looking at one another.
"Eric?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
"No, thank you! Had I known getting fucked felt so great, I would have let you do it to me long ago." He replies smiling.
"No, I mean thank you for showing me the real you. Your mom was right: you're beautiful inside and out. You made me come out of my shell and encouraged me to stand up for myself for once." I say, smiling at him.
"Oh. It's my pleasure!" He replies blushing.
He slides himself closer to me and pulls me in. While we cuddle, my mind is on the future. In a little over a year, Eric and I will leave this shitty little town and travel all over the world. When we'll come back, we'll probably have made up our minds as to what we want to do with our lives and we'll make it happen. We'll get married, settle down and maybe, we'll adopt a kid or two and enjoy a nice life together. It won't be a quiet and peaceful life, not with the way the two of us are. Eric and I are like the ying and the yang, like fire and ice. The passion between the two of us burns hotter than a million suns. We're two opposites so alike that together nothing can stop us. Together, we are invincible. I fall asleep wondering what the future holds for us.
Fin.
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