They lay beside each other on the roof for an hour, accompanied only by the sounds of the college campus emptied of students.
“You didn’t ask me.” Andrew’s voice melts together with the night.
“You don’t owe me that.”
“Everyone wants to know.”
Neil shares his smile with the stars, “I thought you didn’t like the term want.”
“They did not agree with my theory of ‘wanting’ being synonymous with uselessness.”
“I’ll remember that when you drag us out for ice cream.”
“Wanting is only pointless if it’s out of reach.”
“Is that a short joke?”
Andrew gives a heavy sigh, “You are useless.”
Neil turns his head to look at him. “Thank you,” he smiles.
Andrew hovers a finger over his cheek until he turns his head back to the sky.
chap 9: Who Am I to You?
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13:37 - Who Do You See?
when you look at me,
what do you see?
do you see the five year old child, with a big grin and not a care in the world;
or perhaps you see the seven year old, scared to let you out of sight;
do you catch a glimpse of the teary ten year old me, who told you what was happening through heaving sobs, with my head hung in shame.
when you look at me,
do you see the twelve year old that fakes a smile for your photos;
am i thirteen again, in the hospital after my first attempt;
maybe i'm fifteen, after you told me that if i go through with the police report, i'd be tearing apart the family you spent so many years perfecting through fear of imperfection.
am i sixteen, just skin and bones - a skeleton of my former self, spending my nights carving the pain you caused into my arms;
seventeen; when you broke apart the family you silenced me for.
do you see eighteen year old me, after another attempt at my own life - in the hospital, sobbing at the idea that even death doesn't want me.
do you see the nineteen year old celebrating his birthday, and christmas without you;
the twenty year old breaking down, not knowing where to go or what to do,
or maybe,
you see a grave and a tombstone,
with my name etched into the surface,
and all hurt you left me with.
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every so often im compelled to post a selfie so people can go "that's what you look like??"
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dia here, why do i have to see narrator ass twice
because baby you told me you liked bakery goods so i got 'chu some extra cake
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Why out of the two people who live in this fucking flat I'm the one who gets terrorised by mosquitoes.
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“Will I be recovered by tomorrow?”
Nathan looks up from his plate. “Yes my boy. You will be back to 100% by tomorrow. You should’ve been today, but Lola has always been too eager.”
That’s one word for it.
The maid arrives at that moment to place a steaming plate of eggs, toast, bacon, and fruit in front of Nathaniel, dropping off a cup of tea on her return to the kitchen.
Nathaniel takes a careful sip. “You remembered how I take my tea.” He drapes the cloth napkin across his lap.
“I am your father Malutki. I know you.”
Who Am I to You?
Chapter 10: Malutki, My Light
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oh god shut up. you didn't even know the damn kid.
"The children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe, and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality." — James Baldwin
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I think we should have a turn of phrase for "I'm not in the right, but I AM annoyed with this situation, so I just need to go bitch to a friend about this before I suck it up and go do the right thing" because more and more I'm finding this is a critical element of functional adulthood.
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