The Crossed Lovers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic
Two men find love and loss.

Submitted: May 17, 2012

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Submitted: May 17, 2012



I asked him for a cigarette, then I asked if I could be with him. “Sure.”

He told me about his cocaine addiction. He said something about a boyfriend, and I asked him what the REAL reason was.

“I felt inadequate."

“Oh, so it was just social pressure.” I smiled. He smiled. There was something in that smile...

We met up at a restaurant. Sitting down eating. I noticed he was eating meat. “It would be easier to meditate if you didn’t eat that.”

He looked up at me. “Oh?” He munched a piece of meat. Grinding it up with his teeth.

He swatted at a fly... he was trying really hard to kill it.

“Why did you try to kill that?”

“Oh, I was just swatting at it.” He gave me a wide-eyed glance and a smile.

I wish he would leave. And he did.

I want to talk to him again.

He turned round. “I have a third eye, I can read your mind.” He was wearing a googly eye on his forehead.

“Is it wrong?”

He frowned. “No, it’s not wrong.”

“But they’re alive...”

He sighed and turned away.

“Are you fully realized?”

For a moment he was larger than life. “I am fully realized, yes.”

“But I thought... if I was around someone like you I would freak out.”

He frowned. “No.”

“You said you have a third eye... can you walk on water?”

“Do you believe in magic?”

I put on a pained expression.

He smiled and looked down.


I looked up at him. His voice was impossibly loud.

He looked at me, smiling. “Hello.” His lips weren’t moving.

I looked down sharply. I could feel him there.

“Can you kill me?”

I could see him wide-eyed in my head. “Can I or would I?”

“Can you.”

“I can.”

I looked up at him again.

“Then, would you?”

He glared at me. I hung my head and cried..

“Adahn, I don’t think so.”

I held my head in my hands. “Why not?”

“You obviously don’t want to.”

I looked up.

“What do you think?”

“About you?” He smiled mockingly.

“No, I mean what do you think.”

“Thoughts are very fast and you never have the same thought twice.”

“How do you...?”

“Everything is a wave. The mind is a wavemaker.”

We didn't say anything.

“You can’t handle me.” He looked almost sad.

I scratched my head uncomfortably.

He laughed loudly. “You’re so cute!”

I had never met anyone so real.

He kept laughing his head off.

The next day we were lying in bed smoking. He seduced me, but then he pushed me away smiling.

“You can try to kill me if you want to. I’ll just beat you half to death.” He exhaled smoke.

“It’s alright.” I said.

He laughed.

Suddenly he sat on top of me. He grabbed the hammer on the nightstand. I closed my eyes. "I love you."

He sneered at me. “No you don’t and you’re an idiot.”

He started gently tapping me with the hammer.

He helped me to relax my shoulders. He asked me to roll over. Then he started working on my back.

It was working. I was hard, but the sensation around my spine was much more interesting.

When he started on my lower back I cried out.

“Shut up. And don’t move.”

The next day he told me to punch myself in the stomach. I did it, but very gently. He smiled wickedly. “Harder!”


He frowned. “Don’t be such a... pussy. It won’t kill you unless you do it too often...”

So I punched myself a little harder.

He thought for a second.

We heard an angry driver yelling in the street.

“Whenever you start thinking of me naked, I want you to punch yourself in the stomach. If you love me.”

So I punched myself in the stomach harder, over and over. It was working, but I couldn’t bring myself to like it.

I got tired of it. He walked away.

One day he just attacked me. I didn't do anything.

“This is no fun! Fight back! I’ll go easy.”

All the anger from the previous days exploded, and I beat him to a pulp. He just let me.

Then he got up and beat me. He took me to the walk-in closet, an old thing with stained and cracked mirrors, and he showed me that our injuries were exactly the same. Then he took my hand. We just stood there...

Then he walked away again. And I cried.

I was still sobbing when I felt someone kick me in the butt.

I looked up at him, met his eyes. "Let's not do that again."

He smiled and winked.

I lay down in bed and fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning he had his arm around me. There was a girl on his other side.

I got up carefully. I looked at them with cold, sad eyes. I thought of killing them. Or at least the girl...

They looked like they were just sleeping peacefully. They weren’t even touching... not anymore.

They trusted me.

I walked out.

I took a walk. I sat by the river looking down, looking down at the water. I cried, I laughed... I thought a million idiotic and ingenious things, I thought of Darren with hate, I thought of him with love.

Darren appeared behind me. I heard his voice first. “Hey there pilgrim...”

I smiled and punched him on the shoulder.

He didn’t punch me back. He just walked away, smiling.

One morning I awoke and Darren was sitting on top of me. I tensed up. Then I relaxed and looked away.


Darren started sobbing. I didn’t know what to do, so I patted him on the shoulder. Then his sobbing turned to laughing. He gave me a big hug and went downstairs. I went back to sleep with a smile on my face. =)

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