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230 pages, Paperback
First published December 15, 2017
"Feelings are just unfulfilled wishes. In the end, actions determine our future."
"It's been more than three years. Some days it feels like he's been gone forever. Some days I wake up and reach beside me expecting him to be there."
The sadness flowed through Simon's veins slow and thick like mud. He thought maybe his limbs would break under the weight of his desperate longing. When something hurt this much, there had to be some tangible consequence to it. Simon eyed his arms and legs half expecting blood to start seeping through fabric. But nothing showed on the outside. He was embarrassingly healthy and intact.
When Simon found himself at the center of the man's attention, those were easily the happiest minutes of his entire life. Everything in between lost color.
They both had trust issues. They were greedy cowards when it came to their emotions, gathering and hiding them away like a junkie's secret stash.
It was as if their whole relationship fell down the stairs. Wherever they touched, it hurt like fuck.
When something hurt this much, there had to be some tangible consequence to it. Simon eyed his arms and legs half expecting blood to start seeping through the fabric.
"You've ruined me. You've ruined my life. And I thought there had to be a damned good reason for you to disappear on me."
"Are you wondering the same things as I am?"
“But tonight, my beautiful boy, the light is so bright I might as well be blind.�
The conversation with Matej was like being shot at by a gang of paintball snipers. Simon barely managed to turn his head and got hit again from a different direction, splashes of color obscuring his vision.
He was fluttering around in the tiny space like a butterfly. Simon could only watch, dumbfounded.
He felt like a distant observer while Matej flew around him - bursts of movement, colors and flashes of light which burned Simon’s eyes.
If this was a one-night stand - and he couldn’t imagine any kind of future for them - then he wanted everything, all the way, none of this usual restraint and wariness. The attraction he felt toward the man currently in his bed was unprecedented. He’d want to remember this, to savor this, even feel it the next day.
But carrying this kind of hate inside him - Simon couldn’t imagine the weight of such a burden.
Fuck it! His libido had awoken with a slap, and it craved things.
I wanted you to feel so good you’d forget it's supposed to be wrong.
"That was when he realized he was falling in love. Through fear. Nothing pleasant about that emotion, that was for sure. Was not love supposed to be uplifting and fulfilling? Yet all Simon could comprehend of the emotion was dread � of being left behind, not being loved back."
"Only Simon was trapped in his own perpetual storm. Alone in the turmoil which never seemed to affect anyone else. He used to think he was the only one who saw life clearly as the meaningless struggle to get closer to death. But now? Now he knew it was his fault. As if he were colorblind, Simon couldn't see happiness anywhere."
"The sadness flowed through Simon's veins slow and thick like mud. He thought maybe his limbs would break under the weight of his desperate longing. When something hurt this much, there had to be some tangible consequence to it. Simon eyed his arms and legs half expecting blood to start seeping through the fabric. But nothing showed on the outside. He was embarrassingly healthy and intact."
"Are you wondering the same things I am?"
"Are you ready to spend your life with a sad man?"