Love Me Again

The Best to Me.

I looked at the pieces of glass on the floor, the pieces that were once a beer bottle.

A beer bottle with a brand logo, the brand Marshall would always fucking spend his money on.

I looked up at him, he was standing next to the window, his lips slightly parted and his cheeks bright red.

"I'm just fucking sick of it." He whispers.

"I'm just so fucking sick of it."

"This discrimination, I can't handle it Re."

I slowly stood up and walked towards him.

"It's fine Marshall - look at me -" I raised his chin so he made eye contact with me and whispered -" it's fine baby, I know who you are and soon they will too. Even if they don't you'll always be the best to me."

His blue eyes twinkled and his mouth twitched a smile.

"Thank you."