Child of Fire

Trust Me [M]

Living with a person you love is not always unicorns and rainbows. Sometimes, it involves bruises.

Hold up! 

Not the domestic violence kind. 

Not the sexy kind either. 

Just plain old bruises that you get when someone doesn't pick up his dirty clothes from the floor causing you to trip over them. Or when someone forgets to tell you that hey, I moved the table a few inches to the left and forgot to move it back.  

A bruised shin, a bruised hip, a bruised elbow... Zee is so very sorry, of course.

Saint doesn't get too mad. After all, it takes limitless patience and an ability to empathize to make a relationship work, and Saint is determined to make their relationship work. Besides, Zee is actually sensitive and attentive to his needs, it's just that... Zee has moments of forgetfulness.

"Where did you last put it?" Saint asked aloud in the direction of the phone that he put on speaker. He was running his hands all over the bed, in the space between the mattress and the headboard. They still haven't bought a bigger bed, neither of them seem to be in hurry. They sleep practically on top of each other that Saint has gotten used to using Zee as a giant pillow.

"I, ah, I think I put it on the bedside table," Zee said sounding far from confident.

"It's not on the bedside table, are you sure you didn't leave it in the car?" Saint asked, going to his knees and patting the floor underneath the bed.

"I checked the car but it's not there either," Zee said.

Just then, Saint's fingers brushed against leather. 

"Found it!" Saint exclaimed as his hand closed over Zee's wallet.

"Oh, thank goodness! What would I do without you?" Zee sounded happier now that his crisis is over.

"Exactly! How did you survive in this world without me, babe?" Saint joked.

"I'm lucky to have you in my life," Zee's voice was dripping with sweetness that Saint had to roll his eyes, it was getting nauseating. 

"Ugh! You owe me," Saint said, preparing his stuff while ordering a cab so he could go to Zee's office.

"I do, I do! See you later and take care, okay?"

"Mn. See you soon," Saint smiled in their empty bedroom, his heart keeps inflating like a balloon and Zee is his personal helium tank.

Saint arrived in Zee's office fairly quick as it was past the morning rush hour. He was standing quietly in the elevator, minding his own business, when a couple of female employees stepped inside just before the doors closed.

"Hey, did you hear? The boss is gay! No wonder he never dated other women. His secretary was just his beard all along!"

"Sshh! Don't go spreading rumors! People from HR might hear you and then you'll get reprimanded."

"It's not a rumor if it's true!"

"How do you know it's true? The boss has been nothing but nice and professional to all of us."

"You know what's worse? His lover is blind! I mean, it's bad enough that he's gay but it's worse to have a disabled boyfriend as well."

"That's so mean. You can't choose who you love."

Saint listened to the women whisper-arguing in front of him, feeling the poisonous needles pricking at his sinking heart balloon. He mentally shook himself, forcefully pulling the needles out and tossing them on the floor. You can't please everybody. There are always going to be haters. You can't live your life based on other people's standards. If you argue with them or keep defending yourself against them then you're going to be really retarded. So fuck them! You have to stay strong and believe in the people who matter.