PART SECOND
"Robert? Robert? Qu'est ce est mal? Is anything wrong?" Jean-Paul looked up at his lover through blood shot eyes as he froze solid looking at the sky behind him, "Robert, what's wrong?" And his voice took on a frightened note, creating a slight discord with the concern that was there before. What if, thought Jean-Paul, what if he's changed his mind. Decided he isn't gay. Decided that he isn't like him at all. After he had shown him everything of himself, given him everything of himself. How could he do that? Change his mind. Become somebody else, somebody who does not love him in return, somebody sickened by what he is. He could cope with one person like that in his life, but two, loving two people who could not, would not love him in return, how could he cope with that? And his mind crept back to that dark, dark place within his heart. Jean-Paul did not fear the dark, not like his sister did, the dark was safe and secure and nobody would ever find him there. The light shrank back to his body as his soul began to hurtle back towards the solace of the dark, the security of despair and began to sing to him of making this darkness final and unending...
Then he saw the look in Bobby's eyes that same distracted look and realised he was not alone, not alone in this dark place; that there was something tearing at his lover's very soul as well, that they were together even in torment. Ma soeur, he thought, elle a dit que je brulerai en enfer, that I will burn in hell for my sins, but I will not burn alone, no we are together even now and shall be, I think, forever, and with him, I shall not be afraid, I shall not even feel the flames, which are so much weaker than those in my heart.
Knowing now that it could not be that his love did not love him in return, Jean-Paul hauled himself from that comfortingchasm within his soul and said, "Robert, cher Robert, please tell me what is wrong," and with this words he moved himself so that he had his arms about the young man's shoulders and was sitting at his side. He looked desperately through the window, trying to see the cause of his distress, and winced as the light burned his tender eyes.