So there is black and white. but there are colors, not in between but conveniently in the middle. But the common thing is black and white other than red, their automatic default settings. So say there is a color, let's say green, just simply lives out in a world of black and white, liking both the light and dark colors, but is alone in being green. Not making sense, what replace black and white as Gay and Straight. and there is me, someone stuck conveniently in the middle but not in between, named Aaron, who is bisexual. I live in Ashton Hill in New York, a world of black and white, and I'm a green dot in our society.
I might not be the only green dot in the town, but my neighborhood, I know mostly straight people, the only few gays I know are online, or in California, Whittier, in the southern part.
There is no other colors, hell I don't know any aces that I met in real life.
Life is cruel, sure I can be interested in both sexes, but I sure can't find a single person in Ashton that would date me.
Damn right being bisexual doubles your chances of a date, but sadly my chances are still 0, nilch, nada.
"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me.
"Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure.
"With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his.
Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered.
As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath.
Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree.
Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell.
I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood!
He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...