Demolition Lovers

When You Were Young

Gerard POV: January 19. January 19. January motherfucking 19. What happened? I don't even know. All I know is, Charles, is, the night time sky, and a competition against me, the stars, and the moon all trying to shine as bright as I felt. But none of them or me could beat how bright Charles looked. How in one day, j went from wanting to kill myself to being the happiest man alive? I guess what's what blind-folded love does. What bittersweet love does. What Charles does. I showed him around, got the usual whispers, rumors, the homophobes. After coffee we just sat by the lake. The one behind my house, at the edge of the forest that is littered in memories of me and Mikey as children, playing hide and seek. Memories of my Dad playing with us, before he would beat us instead of run to find us after counting ten Mississippi's. The lake every winter me and Mikey would sit at, watching our breath in the air. The forest where the snow hits the ground and leaves everything silent, until me and Mikey would have snowball fights, hoping Dad wouldn't catch us and beat us. The lake where summers were filled with rock skipping, and cannon balls. The summertime laughters that we shared, plans we made to run away that only faded away the moment they went into the atmosphere. The autumns wHeRe leaves would fall, and we would spill our thoughts all over them. Cold nights in January where the icicles would hang from the trees, and laughter would turn the breeze. Seeing the same icicles now give me a unsatisfying memory, one I wish to forget. But today, even after all the times I visited the same spot, after I left my damp dreadfulness there, was filled with light, something I haven't known in awhile. "Something about you.... intrigues me. You're diffrent in all the right ways, yet with all your mystery I can still read you like a book. With all the layers you wear I can still see right through you. Even with all the cold that has been fed to your heart I ask if I may replace it with light, instead of dreadful cold liquor in the shape of your father." I didnt expect this. The honesty mixed with the mysterious truth. Did he ask me out? Or was just telling me his observation? I replied "what do you mean by that Charles?" He said, "what I mean is, with all do pleasure if I could stich up the wounds your heart has been bestowed upon. If I could fix the lips that are broken from that one black kiss that hooked you to the wrong person? If I could have you? I'm sorry you will probably say no. I'm new, I don't know you. But your mystery is something that only makes me drown even more in your eyes, lies, and love. Something that I can't tell if I want, or need-" I just cut him off with a kiss and it was settled. His words wrapped a warm rope around my heart, all I hope is that it doesn't break my icy heart. But I hope he can heal the frostbite that Frank, my Mr.Atomic Bomb left, an ashy frostbite.