Routine

Day 1

The time and place, same as always. I am never fed up with such a routine. I still remember how blunt and vague the words he spoke were when he first introduced his idea to me.

'Wait for me inside the fence that blocks the harbor off from people,'

Given such little information we never found one another our first night. But since that time with every step I take inside fence while waiting for him I think we will always find one another under the stars. The ground is nothing but its dirt, all grass is dead or has been ripped out from the earth, the fence was one covered in rust. If you were to scratch at it you would surely find your fingers were brown afterwards. I hate the look that the construction brought but it was worth it to bring such a beautiful piece to life.

"Can you believe it? The bridge is bound to connect this year!" I shout.

It's 1930 and like most others living in Australia, the Sydney Harbor Bridge is all I can talk about. I've been ecstatic and yearning to talk with Steven about it. This bridge was filled with the blood, sweat and tears of Sydney's men and families. Maybe an exaggeration but still I felt overjoyed looking to my left to see such a beautiful man made structure before myself.

"And yet my eyes are still focused on you," Steven's words never failed to heat my cheeks and he knew it making him more cocky than usual.

"Sweet talker," I reply each and every time.

He turns my head away from the bridge and pulls me towards himself. Before kissing my cheek he whispers my name "Denis,"

How he could make such a dull name so seductive, this I'll never understand. The first time I met Steven was with a moment of silent eye contact. I could not tell a single thing from staring into his big brown eyes and glancing over his straight raven locks but it was different for him. After only an instant of looking to my plain hazel eyes and brunet curls he already knew me to well. He was full of confidence when he first approached me. I had never been with a man even though I had thought of such a thing so many times. I felt guilty, two men could not do such a thing but finally I felt free and when I stared at him he smiled back but not to make poke fun at me. The lustful face a made to him that day was forever plastered into his memory. One kiss, that is all it took and I was gone from my prison and brought to a bright light.

He slowly leans over me and when I cannot go back any further with my back against the dirt I hear it and immediately pushed him away "people," I can hear whispers coming from the dark.

My heart is leaping out of my chest. All I can think is what people would do to us if they found out. The way we would be treated the way they would 'take care of us', 'take care of' Steven.

Holding me close and making a soft shushing sound, the sound you would make to a child who began to cry, Steven holds to his chest "its okay. Just a group passing by," I'm not the only one who is scared "Tell me about the bridge,"

I look up to Steven and crack the best smile I can when all I want to do was dig a hole and hide myself away. With his arms wrapped around me I have to be safe. He places a soft kiss against my forehead and my heart rate slows.

"Hey faggots!" I hear a figure shout.

Steven was wrong. We are not safe. As long as we are abnormal and considered freaks we'll never be safe. Never will a moment in time come when our kind will be accepted into society. I grab Steven by the wrist and pull hard. Running as fast as I can with thoughts racing in and out of my head. Thoughts of where to go? Have they seen our faces? It was not before long that I noticed I no longer had Steven's wrist in my hand. But I can't stop running to check on him. I can't stop, my legs won't pull the breaks.

"I'll catch up!" Steven yells from behind me.

The guilt swells and the breaks are pulled. I look back and sure enough Steven is there picking himself up from the ground with no signs of anyone else. No matter how safe it may look I have to leave this place. It was not safe not now. Relieved to see Steven okay I begin running once again.