** Olivia ! No ! **
-- Peter, wake up --
** No ..... no ! I'm sorry ! Laurent, I'm sorry ! **
-- Hey, hey,...... it's OK ..... Peter .... --
Peters heart raced, no, it pounded in his chest.
He glared at Laurent in the almost dark.
-- Again ? --
** Again ..... **
-- I told you, I forgive you ..... it should help ..... --
** But it doesn't, Laurent **
-- I'm sorry --
** Stop telling me you're sorry ! For fucks sake,
It's not your fault !
I let go of her her hand ! I stopped to talk !
I let her go !
It's MY fault ! **
Anger,
Guilt,
Grief.
Self recrimination.
Enough blame to go around.
Too much.
Altogether too much.
-- It's not your fault, Peter --
** Then whose ? Whose, Laurent ? **
-- No one's .... I don't want to .....
It doesn't help --
Peter glared at him in the almost dark,
He turned away, then.
He didn't want consolation,
He didn't want sympathy,
He didn't want Laurent's love.
He didn't want Laurent.
He had no reason to want Laurent anymore.
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The hell tube again,
An hour, for fucks sake.
Larry.
Where was he ?
They'd left each other nervously.
Shyly, quietly, with just a hug.
No future plans.
He had been too much.
Too much emotion,
Especially for a first date.
Just, too much.
They were virtual strangers,
He had poured out his heart to a virtual stranger.
He had overwhelmed him.
But HE was the one who had called it a date.
So ?
Tuesday.
Wednesday.
Thursday.
No beautiful young man.
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