People Throw Stones @ Things That Shine

Chapter 2- But then you push me off

I feel dizzy. And sick. My overly white room- which contains way too much light- seems to be tilting. I need to sit down. This isn't happening. I look up at my 6 ft 4 inch boyfriend, whose eyes are raining. I slowly take a seat on my furry footstool. And swallow.

It takes me a while to try to get rid of the lump in my throat and after a few long minutes, I realise it's no use.
"Just- explain", I say, calmer than how I thought I'd say it.
The only time I've seen him with this expression was when my Dad informed us that my Mum had ODed in prison.
He closes his eyes and takes a slow, deep breath. I raise an eyebrow.
"When you back home for those two weeks I was in New York performing for Good Morning America, there was a girl."
"I'm gonna be sick", I mumble but gesture for him to continue.
"We- we...look Madz, I was missing you and she has a great music taste and is amazing and tall and funny-"
"So", I say in a low register. "In order for me to not be cheated on by my boyfriend- who is looked up to by millions on kids- is to have a better music taste, be taller and funnier?"
He shakes his head like a crack addict with no fix. "No. No! I just- she reminded me of you-" I scoff "-so..we did stuff. And she joined us for the interview. I didn't know about that, I swear"
I stand up and cross my arms. "So what? She was just a hookup? Someone you needed for a few weeks 'cause I was back home? Who told me to go home to be with my Dad, Luke? And who protested, wanting to stay with you?...for some ridiculous reason".
I feel sick. Sicky. I need to vomit. I put up a finger and wobbily walk to my bathroom. I silently vomit but, despite my best efforts, get some on my sundress. I wash my face and stare back at my reflection, with the addition of bloodshot eyes and no light or indication of ever being happy. How could he do this? How could he- cheat? He was mine and I was his. Forever. ∞ We were each other's til we died.
At least, that's what I thought. Crappy bull.

I sniff my nose, which was running and silently head to my room. I start undressing. I unzip my dress and as I reach just above my butt, I feel a pair of warm hands aid me. He's looking down with a fire in his eyes and quickly flings the dress and puts his lips on mine. This, this is why humans needs soul mates. Kisses like these save lives. Kisses like these give us hope. Kisses like these...have been given to others.
By the time I realise that, he's fumbling with my brastrap with one hand and is consolely my leg with the other and kissing my neck, both delicately and rougly. When did we get on the bed? I take of his shirt...then whack him with it.
"Madz?" He asked, confused. Wow, his hair is messy and he looks..struck. lovestruck? Wonderstruck?
"Madz?" I mock him.
"Yes, I did wrong. But I need you. She was just a replacement for you".
"Pfft. This coming from the guy who said I'm irreplaceable. If you needed a replacement, you could've fingered yourself." I click my tongue and run it across my teeth.
He has an unreadable look. Is he about to cry? Laugh? Kill me? Kiss me?

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THEN

Dear Diary,

Luke and I were walking hand-in-hand down a highway street in Adelaide. After our one and a half hour flight from Melbourne, I was so full of energy due to being here with him, that I didn't even think of being jetlagged. So we headed straight for a coffee after quickly changing clothes. In separate rooms. (I specify this, as this was only our third date. But he was feeling spontaneous after his band's EP dropped and did quite well.)

I wore magenta coloured skinny jeans with a white vest and a spiked side bag. Of course that was paired with my UGG heeled boots. Of course, I was still much shorter than Luke- me being 5'4.5 and him being just over 6'0. Hemmo wore an ironed tank top with black skinny jeans, Ray Bans shades and a cap. I didn't want to overthink it, but I think the cap was for discretion.

We were walking endlessly and aimlessly, rambling about anything and everything- the supernatural, books, food, films, the best instrument, music.

During our discussion on what the best instrument was, he and I both got slightly, slightly defensive. I said the keyboard was the best and Luke said the electric guitar was the best. I had some stellar points and started rambling. 

Just as I was rambling, he tilted my chin up fast and kissed me. It was soft and gentle and quick and slow. It was everything.