When we were lying in his bed in his apartment that evening, I played with the dark hair on his chest. He was lying shirtless next to me.
"I love you, darling." Malcolm hummed, stroking the back of my head.
"I love you too." I whispered contentedly. "Mal?"
"Mh?"
"I have to ask you something."
"What?" He was still stroking my hair. I wanted to ask him badly, but I was too scared.
"Oh nothing. Forgot it. Wasn't that important. Goodnight Sweetheart."
"Good night." Shortly afterwards he fell asleep. I watched him a little until I got up and walked through his apartment. I had never really looked at it before. I went into his office. I could see many pictures there. One Guitar standing in the corner. He loved to play the guitar. Just like me. There was a pile of papers and a picture on his desk. It showed me. The day we went to an amusement park. I smiled . Below was:
My Angus
Malcolm could be really cute. I saw a shelf with lots of folders. On one was:
Medical examinations
I took out the folder suspiciously and began to leaf through it. I was frightened. There were pictures there. From Malcolm as a child and adolescent. Everything sorted. He looked terrible on everyone. Beaten and stuck to machines. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Why did he look like that. I read the reports. He almost died several times! But where did the injuries come from!? I pulled out another folder:
Letters
Letters were placed there in clear glass and stapled. There was a compartment that I opened and started reading the first letter:
YOU ARE READING
The litte man from the bar
FanfictionAncolm (Angus X Malcolm) (Angus and Malcolm are not brothers here) Angus McKinnon. A quiet, gay boy studying music and art. But what happens when he goes to a gay bar in the evening and meets a man there who has a voice like an angel, velvety soft h...
