waterspiritofdarkness

He looked at me. I know he did because I could feel his gaze on me. His grip suddenly tightened. "I...i understand..if you feel you dont want to be with m-"I was cut off by a deep passionate kiss from my sweet love. As soon as our lips met I felt athat familar tingling sensation in my eyes as the tears threatened to spill. His grip never loosened.

"Angel..my sweet sweet Angel...I'm staying with you..besides...you know I was...probably the one who gave it to you...so..I cant run away from this...I'm not running away from this...I cant...I love you..." He said quietly to me, and only me. My heart skipped a beat and it felt as if a great weight ahd been lifted from it. My own grip around him tightened again as we embraced in the middle of that hall way, tears of joy traveling down my cheek. It touched me how much he truely did care for me, and the fact that I loved him back only brightened the dark situation.

"Oh Corbin...I love you too..."I said to him. We remained in each others arms as if it was the last time we would ever hold each other close. I felt safe with him. I had known he had AIDS that night we had become one. Now we both shared this fatal diseas for life. Little did I know out time together would be cut short. That I would loose the one man who truely understood me, and loved me for who I was on the inside.

Two years passed by quickly. During those two years people at the highschool finally accepted the fact I liked to wear skirts even though I was a guy. The first day I had worn a skirt to school, a group od guys were laughing at me, and teasing me for it infront of everybody. So right then and there, I turned around, marched right up to them, and spoke. "So what if I wear skirts? I like to and its who I am!" After that no one ever laughed about what I wore again. Corbin stayed with me those two years too, exactly like he had promised. He had been the best. He stayed by me through the best of times, and through the worst of times.

We were truely in love.

My home life was never the same again though. My father rarely spoke to me. He seemed to pretened I wasnt there, or that I didnt exist. It was almost as if I was dead to him. He would occasionally glance at me, and whever I loved back, he would just look away, shaking his head in a disappointed fashion. My mother stopped weeping after a week. Her new goal was to try to get me to pick out guy clothes and wear them instead. She finally gave up on it though, and began helping me choose my outfits.

That night Corbin called me. "Hello?" I said as I answered the phone.

"Hey honey...meet me by the north entrance to the park tomorrow..okay?" He asked.

I of course agreed...