Love Is Love

You were not the monster...

Lin's POV:
It's been two weeks and Jon hasn't picked up his phone at all. It doesn't take rocket science to know he camped out with Andrew but I still want to know he's okay. He's probably having the time of his life now as they feed each other dinner and do all that cute stuff couples do. Everyone I seem to care for leaves me. Stacy, Jon, who next? I couldn't get the thought out of my head as I called Jon again to no avail. I decided to still leave a message though, he hasn't listened to any of them but it's worth a try.
"Hey, um, Jon? It's Lin here - as always. I just want you to know I am so sorry for what I did. I don't know what came over me, it's stupid to blame it on what's happened since I know I was in control but I never meant to hurt you. It was a slip I agree but when I saw you like that -"
I stopped to wipe a tear falling down my cheek.
"- I'm a monster. I'm a fucking monster! Stay away Jon. I don't want to hurt you."
I ended the message and dropped to the floor. These people aren't leaving me, they're escaping me. All the success, all the media doesn't matter anymore. If I don't have someone to trust and rely on. Who do I have? My family won't be there the whole time and Hamilton is still going on. I've managed to push my break back a week thanks to what happened and I'm starting to feel guilty. These people paid for a show, some probably their first time seeing it and they won't be seeing me for three weeks. It's my last week and the fans are getting a little impatient on the media.
'Where is Lin?'
'The King of Broadway MIA'
The headlines got bigger and bigger.
"Lin?"
"Hey Tom, can I start tomorrow?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'll be fine."
"See you then."
I ended the call. Jon can live some place else but he's still in Hamilton and therefore can't avoid me forever. I needed to talk to him. Try to persuade him that I'm not the monster we both know I am. I parked the car in my driveway and felt a tinge of sadness when I saw the lock to the front door.
"Stacy could always do this. She'd tease me about how slow I was."
I put the key in and turned it the wrong way enabling a tear to fall.
"And I still get it wrong."
I smiled to myself closing and locking the door behind me then proceeded to make myself some lunch. The kids weren't here though. I panicked calling my parents straight away.
"MADRE?"
"Sí?"
"Mis hijos!"
"They are at our house Lin, don't worry, have a day to yourself."
I nodded then remembered she couldn't see me.
"Gracias."
"De nada."
She ended the call as I sighed. Even my own family couldn't be near me. I really am a monster aren't I? In the end I made some sandwiches and took them to the study. No matter what emotion I'm feeling, happy, sad, angry, excited, my mini office will help.

The Beach
I watch as footsteps mark my path in sand,
As the ocean washes them all away,
I look to the skyline t'wards the new land,
As the sunlight casts the ending of day.
Hushed ships take people to places unknown,
As the city remains brainwashed and dark,
All blank faces with smiles unlike their own,
But one day the system broke - released sparks.
My dear Stacy, my sorrow, my laughter,
My soulmate, love and one true friend,
You on that ship spoilt my ever after,
Please come my dear - come to the beach again.
Alas you stay unknowing of feeling,
Your goodbye sealed my last glimpse of freedom.

I hung up the pages to dry since, yes, I still sometimes use ink to write for the freedom of the quill. Watching the ink glide smoothly is the main aesthetic for me. Looking at the time I saw it was almost 4pm and checked to see if Jon had replied.

Jon's POV:
Andy was the greatest company I could have hoped for. Each morning we woke each other up by a cuddle and each night we slept cuddling. It was the dream relationship. The first few days I thought about Lin but I needed to move on to the next chapter of my life. With Andrew Rannells. We discussed the whole future last night from marriage to children to the retirement home we'd go to together. Our surnames won't be shared since we both agreed we suited them. Children were definite, and the retirement home awaited further discussion.
"Morning petal!"
I grinned seeing Andy next to me.
"I need a pet name for you."
"Why not Prof. Sexy? Has a ring to it?"
I rolled my eyes,
"A cute one."
"But you're the cute one of this couple."
"Couple."
We grinned at each other for a while savouring the company we had before he pulled me out of bed.
"Come on! I bought your favourite cereal!"
"What?!"
I ran downstairs to see a delicious bowl of honey nut cheerios waiting for me.
"Oh I can't have two bowls to myself!"
"Well one is mine but with that face I'm sure you could have three!"
We laughed as I hurriedly sat down anxious to taste my favourite childhood cereal.
"How did you know this was my favourite?"
"No idea."
"Come on. Telepathic?"
"Surprisingly maybe."
"Uh..."
"It's just like, every time I see you I just know something. Like that day when we were cuddling on the sofa, the song 'Sailing' just got in my head so I began to sing it. Simple as that."
"So you are telepathic?"
"Nah I've just got talent behind these good looks."
I scoffed picking up the dishes, taking them to the kitchen, and making a washing up mix in the sink to clean them.
"Don't you think I look good?"
I gasped hearing him whisper in my ear. I had no idea he was even in the room.
"You look stunning, okay?"
"Why so flustered?"
I picked up some of the bubbles from the mix onto my finger and ran it down his face.
"Oh you're gonna regret that."

AN: Polar opposites! (Again another poem I wrote) See ya in the next chapter!