The Castle of Gold [Bk 2]

ch.1 My gold

1 year later

Now, I can say that there is gold in the world. It’s in the place that’s so blue, it’s black. It’s in the tiny crevice that you never look in because you don’t want to waste your time. And time is important because it passes. About thirteen seconds just passed as you read these five sentences.

There goes another second.

And another.

And another.

“Golden” he whispered in a distant rasp. His profile was to me while his green marble eyes faced the sun. I could see tiny crevices of his dimples near his grin line as he smiled at the setting sun.

The fading sunlight danced on his dark, messy curls.

He turned to me.

“But only for a moment” he spoke slightly solemnly. And he tilted my chin up to look into those world-like marbles. Then he closed his red lips- like moist rose petals- over mine, pulling me into his fantasy world of knights in leather armor and castles of gold.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and literally pulled me into his world…his lap.

I leaned my head against his shoulder and neck- the spot made just for me.

“Harry” I began in a sleepy voice.

The way he was rocking back and forth at such a steady rhythm, was lulling me to a peaceful sleep. But I didn’t want to sleep. I couldn’t sleep. I was graduating in a week. And every time I went to sleep, the hours ticked closer to the day I would be so free, I could spread my arms out like wings and fly to my heart’s golden destiny.

But my gold was already here. After searching for a way to escape for the past 18 years, I realized it was here the whole time: Harry.

And so long as Harry is here- alive and well- I didn’t have any reason to leave.

If you’d asked me last year what I planned to do at my graduation,  I’d tell you that I’d spread whatever papery-thin wings I had and fly away. Fly away anywhere- anywhere at all- just so that I could escape the labels and the lines, the drugs and the violence.

But now that I actually believe I have the wings to fly, I can’t. I won’t. Not without my gold. Not without Harry.

Harry nodded, as if in agreement with my thoughts which he could read so easily sometimes. But not now.

He hummed a “yes” and his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, tickling my forehead.

I played with the collar of his leather jacket, which he had left unbuttoned and wrapped around us both. Protecting us as we held each other close in our golden puzzle.

“Will you come over before you head to Constitutional Hall?” I asked as I turned slightly and looked up at him.

“Constitution Hall?” he asked. His dark brows furrowed in confusion.

I traced the worry line that seemed permanently etched on his forehead.

“Yes. For my graduation” I reminded him in a pretend annoyance.

A year had passed since we had become public with our relationship. A year had passed since the incidents with the police, jail, the court, Danny, and Louis…all related to that one night. The night Harry saved me and thus saved himself.

We had grown strong-stronger and closer everyday, and anger was never an issue for us. I guess it was because of everything that we’d been through: the police, jail, the court, Danny, and Louis….all related t that one night. And I didn’t want to stop now.