Loving Stars

third chapter: I will be yours

You were there the whole time weren't you, Nick?

Just across the hallway, behind those stained doors with an annyoingly welcoming decoration.

No one wanted to steal your fake flowers and goofy looking shoes, because everyone was dearly fond you.

You were polite and kind like the sun. You were light in the darkest nights. You brightened everyone's day just by greeting them.

Even if that someone was picking up their newspaper in sickly green jumper and ties that got stuck in their hair.

You were a gentleman. Gentle and well, I cannot deny, a handsome man.

Olivia hated that. She said you were an idiot who didn't posses any emotional baggage and daddy must have been doing everything for you. She despised you so  much, I sometimes caught her playing with a knife while looking at you, flirting at house parties.

I used to laugh uncomfortably when she said, you'd piss your pants if you saw real life problems.

But I thought you were nice. I liked your dimples. I liked your silly, perhaps a little perverted jokes. Or how you smiled at Olivia, though she clearly despised you.

I remember the disgust in her eyes, when she talked about you.

How perfect you were. You and your journalism. How everyone attracted to men was swooning over you. She said it was pathetic.

Olivia didn't think I was. She didn't think I would be that pathetic. Or lonely in our dark world of stars.

Because I was hers, of course...