HURRICANE

XX.

IT IS

BETTER

TO BE 

FORGOTTEN

THAN TO BE

MISSED. 

.

this place

was more

like a small city

the roads

freshly paved

parking garages

and peigons

flocking.

liam and i

looked like

we didn't belong here.

and we didn't.

we didn't belong to a city. 

no place held us captive for

too long.

i smelled something

wonderful.

and i could tell liam

was hungry. 

we walked into

a bakery

filled with fresh bread

and pastries. 

they grimaced at our

appearence

suprised i could pay.

i bought a lot of bread

and i bought a lot of sweets.

i smiled softly,

this could last someone a day

but it will last the both of us

for weeks.

i swipe my card

and we leave the place,

i eat a roll

and so does he.

we asked for a hotel.

and a place to buy clothes.

we went to get clothes first though.

"thank you, harry." liam says, smiling.

i buy him shorts and shoes and shirts

and the necessary things.

for me too.

"you're welcome." 

i say.

we rent out two rooms. 

because i plan on bringing

someone home.

liam prefers anyway

to be 

sleeping

alone.

we shower

and change

looking like new people.

i shaved and liam

says he likes me

better without the

stubble and i agree.

i said i liked his beard but

maybe he should take

the flowers out of them.

he nodded, and looked a bit

put out

but i told him that he looked 

beautiful.

liam smiled at that. 

we took on the town.

i wanted liquor

i wanted it quick.

i don't want to forgive

i want to f(uck)orget.

liam told me he would help

whoever and me

back to the hotel

if needed.

such a sweet

boy 

he 

is.

it's apparent that

i spot the broken ones

who can't see their beauty

from afar,

he has olive skin and dark hair.

tattoos littered across 

the expanse of his skin.

i don't know what to say

he is beautiful.

i

want

him.

we chat idly

i buy him a drink

he smiles for a bit

but it doesn't reach 

his 

eyes. 

i feel sad for him.

because his eyes

have stains of gold in 

them

but

he 

can't 

see.