Donald Trump x Shrek x Daryl

8. Shrek was love. Shrek was life.

2 weeks later

Daryl's POV:

I am living in Donalds mansion, and so far everything has been great. A nanny takes care of Berthold Knaust.
I just can't see its face because it reminds me too much of Shrek.
Sometimes when I sit besides Donald I fantasise about what I would do with Shrek. I go to the kitchen sink to
think about my life.
Am I really happy or do I try to persuade myself into thinking that everything is great?
When I touch Daddy Donalds hand it feels like an electric shock goes through my whole body. When I hold his hand I feel how his spray tan and my hand form a unit.
His tiny hand feels fantastic in my big smooth hand.
When we are outside Daddy looks at the stars in the sky, his head is tilted upwards. Why should I look
at the stars in the sky when I could look at my entire world right in front of me?

But why did I cheat on him then?

I have no answer.

I am still at my kitchen sink searching for purpose. All of a sudden my lover puts his orange arms around my small waist. I shudder as he kisses my neck. I want to show him how good that feels so I imitate the noise of a siren alarm.
He chuckles and joins in.
Together we make magnificent noises until we can't speak anymore.
We don't need words to communicate anyways.
He looks me in the eyes. I look back.
He winks at me. I wink back.
His stare is too intensive for me so I close my eyes which I should not have done because behind my eyelids are islands of violence.
My mind paints a picture of that one special green man who left my life a while ago.
Shrek.
I begin to sob hysterically and start running torwards the bedroom upstairs. I lock the door and fall on the soft matress. I take my emergency onion I hide under my cushion and feel its layers. I feel hopeless.
The cold of my heart spreads out in my body until every inch of my perfect body feels lifeless and numb.