Putting holes in happiness

New album

He was looking over at me, happily. Dita is gone, and everything is as it should be. Lily Cole is finally out of his life. It's just Manson, Lily White, stu, and I. We are sitting together in the den, Manson is looking at a picture of Zui, his current favorite Suicide girl. I'm a little bit jealous, but I'll live. She is just a pornstar after all. Manson hasn't dated pornstars since he hooked up with Jenna Jameson.

I know though that he loves me now. Zui is just eyecandy. I walk over to the computer desk, he looks up, and smiles at me. We kiss and this scene is perfect. It's like the end of a fairytale, and the Princess has finally found her prince, even if her prince is an aging rockstar, that in his prime shocked and frightened American soccer moms with his talk of hell and drugs.

"I love you so much, leonore" he says, I blush everytime he says that, to think that only six months ago, he was with another woman.

"I love you more," I answer. He pulls me onto his lap, and I turn the computer off.

"Let's do something else," I suggest. He smiles evilly.

"Do you want to finally-" I cut him off.

"Not until we're married," I remind him. He smiles, and sighs. He is being patient with me.

"Very well then," he says. Then, he pulls me closer to him, and I bury my face into his shirt. I relax and listen to his heartbeat. He kisses my head, and then leaves kisses on my neck. I am content and happy with this...

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I wake up in our bed. He is nowhere in sight. I get up dazed, and go off in search of him. I ascend the stairs, holding on to the guard rail for dear life. I find him in the attic, like I knew I would find him. He is painting, and he has a peaceful look on his face. I can't see what he is painting from this angle, and he hasn't realized that I am there yet. I clear my throat purposely and kneel down nearby him. He looks up, and he looks tired, and stressed.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"The new album is hitting American stores tomorrow," he says,"what if everyone has already forgotten me?"

"Oh, Manson," I coo, "they haven't forgotten you. Everyone is looking forward to getting their hands on a copy of "Eat Me, Drink me," that's crazy talk!" He smiles.

"Speak for yourself," he says, laughing, "you are a lunatic." He tickles my thigh.

"Not anymore," I remind him, "I'm cured, you cured me." We kissed again, and then I lay beside him, with my head in his lap.

"I like things this way," I say, he pets my head, and sets his paint brush down beside him.

"Me too, Leonore," he agrees. We lay on the hard floor in each others' arms until the sun rises. Then, we spend the whole day in bed. Reporters call every two hours to get "the scoop" on Manson's new love (me), the album, and his cover-up love, Evan Rachel Woods. So, that they won't take me away from him.