So I got the idea for writing this after reading an article in the paper on the overturning of Proposition 8 in California. For those of you who do not know what this is here's a brief summary:
"Proposition 8 is a law passed in California on Nov. 4, 2008 that would ban same-sex marriage. It changed California's Constitution by adding a section that says, 'Only a marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California'" (via wikipedia).
Recently, this Proposition was overturned by a federal judge as the ban was declared unconstitutional.
And while this shot isn't about Proposition 8, it's what gave me the idea so I figured I'd mention it. Hope you enjoyed the little current events lesson. And the actual piece of course.
iii. this closet is suffocating
Your first kiss was in fifth year. When Victoire asked (excitedly) who it was, you told her Caitlyn Doherty.
You lied.
You told her you went out with Sally Duncan in sixth year.
You lied.
(but it's alright, she wasn't at school anymore anyway)
You lied to your older sister twice, you have never had a girlfriend and you certainly never kissed Caitlyn Doherty.
(but Victoire was happy to accept whatever shit came out of you mouth as true, so these lies worked)
And then seventh year came around and there were just more lies and nagging. Vic, so wrapped up with Teddy still found time to badger you about your own love life.
And when you told her you were just focusing on your NEWTs she believed you. And so did your mum, and dad.
But you know Dom didn't. Because you know she's good at seeing through these lies.
(or maybe it was because she saw you snogging Jeremy Walker)
But she didn't care, all she said was one sentence.
"Just tell them."
And so you said you would, and you tried.
But then seventh year was finished and these lies were followed by more lies and now you're practically drowing in a pool of lies.
Like how you're moving to France for work (You just don't want to face the family)
How you're thinking of proposing to your girlfriend (Bullshit. She doesn't exist.)
And they just eateateat all the lies and bullshit up without any second thoughts.
Except for Dom, who sends you an letter containing just one sentence.
Just tell them.
You write back, promising you will soon.
(and then you burn her letter, watching the flames consume the paper like the all the lies consuming you.)
And everything keeps getting shorter. Yikes. The next one will be longer, I pinky promise.