For three weeks, Steven and I would meet on ground that was nothing but dirt inside a fence covered in rust. I grew to no longer care for the look construction brought upon the harbor or the piece it was to build. We would meet only on Tuesday's and Thursday's, this being the third Thursday, we met late at night and if we heard even the slightest sound we would leave. Sometimes the moment we got here we would leave. But never would either of us choose to never show up.
I know we met late but it was getting to be too late. He would come always, never scare me like this. He had been threatened but never anything further than that. No one would take it further. Right?
Turns out that one of the teenagers that beat Steven had an older sibling at University and when they were told about a gay word spread quick. Around University Steven has been given a hard time over his sexuality and I wish that I could help but he won't allow me to talk to him.
'We can't socialize where others can see,' this is what he pleaded and I only accept because it was Steven who asked so desperately. He was not bubbly or a sweet talker anymore. Everything was to be taken seriously and I had gotten in trouble when I tried to lighten the mood. I knew that eventually it would all go back to normal.
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Routine
Короткий рассказMeeting at night on the harbour to be together as they really are, is something they never forgot while waiting. Steven stares to Denis instead of the beautiful bridge being built beside him. Just all the more reason to be named sweet talker but whe...
