Chapter 79 - Immediate Regret
"I don't think I'll ever...hah... be able to...", I replied, breathing heavily as I recovered from the past 10 life-changing minutes. I hugged him close, overjoyed that he could finally be himself with me wherever we went. I could feel my now-wet body begin to dry, as he absorbed our juices through his skin. However, I could also feel his tears beginning to dampen the pillow, mixing with mine. I didn't care, though. I was finally completely freed, with the one I love being behind my every step.
We eventually backed away from each other, panting as we gazed into each other's eyes. "You know...", my jelly boyfriend told me, "That was... the greatest... time of them all.." I smiled, replying, "Oh, for sure! Hah... It's really incredible how much everything can... hah... change now..." I could tell that if he could blush, he definitely would be right now. I begin to feel his hands produce heat, which also surprised me. He's never done THAT before..., I couldn't help but think to myself. "Mark... What should we... Do first?", he asked me.
I looked outside the window. It was pitch-black, with some streetlights lighting up the road, with a car periodically coming around, shining it's headlights. There were clouds above us, so the stars couldn't be seen. Thinking about what we could do at this time at night, I eventually came up with an answer. "We could... go to the cemetery.", I told him. He tilted his head, curious. "What's a... cemetery?", he asked. I rubbed the back of my neck, pulling off the covers. "It's where... uh...", I nervously answered, immediately regretting the suggestion.
"Well, go on...", my jelly boyfriend told me, with a slightly concerned voice. I took a deep breath, before continuing to say, "It's where people go when they can't move on anymore." He began to wear a face of fear. "What- What do you mean by that, Mark?", he asked, beginning to shiver from the cold air. I gulped, entirely worried about the consequences of this discussion. "I mean... people can't live forever, Jelly...", I told him. "Mark...", he told me, beginning to wear an extremely angry look on his face, "You're not going to the cemetery. Not with me, or without me!" I offered my hand to him, so he could sit up next to me. As he pulled himself up, I explained,
"Look... I'm not going to go now... But eventually, a very long time from now, I'll have to leave you." My jelly boyfriend looked down at the ground, thinking about the statement. I placed my hand on his shoulder, reassuring him, "It happens to everyone, Jelly... It's just how life is.." He looked up at me, with more tears of sadness in his eyes. How many tears does he have in there?, I began to question myself. "Mark, that may be true for you, but you don't really know about me, do you?!", he shouted, jerking my hand away.
"I've been in those sewers for over 40 years. 40 years, Mark! I've been around longer than you've been alive, and I still feel like the day I escaped!" I began wincing, thinking of the possible outcomes of this situation. "In fact, I don't know what I'll be able to do with myself after you're gone, Mark!", he cried. "I already know that I can't compare anybody with you. Not even in my wildest dreams!" I stood up, walking in front of him, and taking his hand into my own. "Jelly... Death is something everybody hurts to get over...", I tell him. "You're going to have to be strong for me, okay? I know you can do it!"
My jelly boyfriend sniffled, wiping away his tears with his other hand. "But we're not going now, right?", he asked. "No, Jelly! We're not going. We won't have to go for a very, very long time, alright?", I answered. He began to wear a smile on his face, thankful that nothing was going to happen to me. "Mark... please don't scare me like that...", he said, trying to forget the conversation. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that I dodged a whole circus of emotions. "Uhh... do you have any other... suggestions about what we can go see tonight?", he asked me.
"I have an idea!", I say with a burst of excitement.