the (un)fortunate

Grayson.

The man who took me in. The man who comforted and pampered me when I needed someone most. The boy who showed me immediate love and affection, who calls me beautiful when Im physically at my worst, who lets me spend the night next to him when Ive had a bad dream, or simply am in need of his alluring company. The only real male figure in my life who has shown me so much love and appreciation, who has tolerated me even when I wasn't able to tolerate myself. The one who showed me that it's okay to let go of your past, even if it's something so traumatizing and emotionally scarring, even if it meant you witnessed or influenced someones obliteration from Earth. The love of my life. Grayson.

Ethan.

The other charming half of Grayson, the boy I had been so intimidated by from the start who solely gave me the privilege of intruding his obscurity. The boy who laughed at me when I had my faults, but drowned in guilt when I didn't laugh back. The boy who protected me from harms way by threatening other males just with his eyes if they ever tried something on me, the man who kissed away my tears. The one who made love to me when I was only ever familiar with a meaningless fuck, the one who drew cartoons in purple marker on my stomach when I was upset, who showed me the fragility he possessed that no one else had seen. My soul mate. Ethan.