Routine

Day 24

The time and place, same as always. The routine would end. My skin was shades of violate and blue, cut and bruised. I stand at the Sydney Harbor Bridge's edge and listen to the wind whistle in and out of my ears. I went searching for those punks not to avenge Steven but to feel the same pain. Of course how could I, someone so weak avenge another human being. That is what he was. Human. He wasn't a disgusting freak of nature. He wasn't a faggot. He was Steven, a human being like all those around him.

I still hear the words he spoke 'And yet my eyes are still focused on you,'

We stood beside such a beautiful bridge and he looked to me of all things. The dirt I sat upon had more worth.

Accompanied by Steven's words would be theirs 'We'll finish ya off la'da faggot! Want your boyfriend? He'd be at the bottom of the Harbor,"

I close my eyes and envision planes flying over us as the ribbon's cut. He and I walk across a completed Sydney Harbor Bridge... together. Steven and I. Together is something others despised us for being.

I whisper but as if he can hear me "You were born in the wrong time," Now without someone to hold me I stain my own shirt with tears "I am too afraid. Even now I take a cowards way out,"

With those being the final words I will ever speak, I take one last breath and step off from the Sydney Harbor Bridge into the cold, wet dark. All I wish for before all life leaves me is that one day there is a place that we could have been happy in. I wish nothing more than happiness for those like us. Just as I begin to regret I feel as if I am being pulled deeper into the harbor. As if someone had wrapped their arms around me. I turn myself over and there he is.

There in the cold, wet dark I find him, Steven. Never alone. I will never leave you alone again. I am sorry you never heard the words I truly meant to say-

I love you.

The End