Canada X Demark
This is a lovely little Christmas gift for a certain someone, you wished for angst my dear and I shall deliver.
It's something he's had to say countless times before, always with a bitter sweet smile. Trying so hard to mask the pain laced in his eyes.
"It's okay. I understand. You don't love me nor do you have to."
How many had walked away from him, some disappearing in a puff of smoke. Others walking out the door without an explanation. Years later he would learn the truth but, it would bring him little comfort. They had still left, left him cold and alone in a world that could be so unforgiving. It wouldn't make him cold though, never iced over his gentle heart. Again he would open up to another, bring them in, even if deep down he had his doubts.
"Why wouldn't I love you?"
Matthew granted another smile at the Danish man. "Because I know."
Abel shakes his head, reaching for his hand that suddenly feels so cold and distant. "I'd never leave you Kid."
How Mathew wants to rebut, prove otherwise with countless names through the decades that have said the very same thing. Gave him the same smile only to turn around and walk away. Instead he swallows the lump growing in his throat as he squeezes Abel's hand. "I know, I know."
