Mon cherri,
You're a strange one, Arthur. Looking at me, your eyes fill with a deep sense of grief, anxiousness, hatred even.
"My dear, I know It's late…"
Not many people are that brave, Arthur; not many people are so open. "It's really fine? Then, I suppose I'm glad neither one of us can sleep,"
Is it bad? I don't know: Everyone has, at one point, treated me like an outsider. Perhaps because they had known that from the beginning; perhaps because it was truly evident, truly obvious, that I was different .
"A-Are you cold? You can have my coat if you want."
Smiling at me, accepting me as a friend, you're all I could ask for.
"What do you mean, 'You're shivering?' "
Yes, you are the only man I've met who does not know better.
"I'm fine, I swear."
You are the only man who has accepted me; the only man to think of me as more than a pushover, a toy, an animal.
"Hello, It's nice to be with you again,"
I say to the man I have only just met,
"Goodbye, for now, "
I also say, knowing full well I may never see your smile, my friend.
YOU ARE READING
The Old Lie
Fanfiction"Dolce et decorum et pro patrina mori," In other words, propreganda. And perhaps in another sense; I wish it hadn't fooled you; I wish you were still here with me, eternally by my side.
