S I M O N hung his head in defeat. for harry had stormed out of simon's home. they had argued. their yelling filled the air, and tears filled their eyes.
simon's door slammed closed as harry left. harry had come over drunk and angry. simon did his best to calm him down, but nothing had worked. the small boy screamed and yelled at simon.
so, simon stood where he was left, with his head hung low. he was alone. he sat and cried, hoping his lover would come back and hold him.
simon heard nothing from harry until morning. he awoke to a knock at his door. opening the door, he saw harry with tear stained cheeks.
"i'm so sorry.."
"you left me alone and in pain."
"i shouldn't have left."
"but you did."
"but i won't leave again. it hurts too much."
simon stepped towards the boy and kissed him with hurt-filled passion, as if to say he would never let him go.
"let's go on a trip."
"where?"
"wherever our finger lands on the map."
harry smiled at the idea, looking into simon's deep blue eyes. they were completely and utterly in love.
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roses laid upon the bed | minishaw short story
Fanfiction"we're in love aren't we?" "until death do us part."
