Shooting stars sometimes burn forever
It was never intentional.
It never had to be this way. But it was. Anthony had to live with the decisions
he had made. He just never expected it to be this hard. It was the sexual
tension, he always believed. Now he knew it was far deeper than that. It was
love. Jo never meant to push him away. She had never really wanted him to leave
her. She really loved him, and she wanted nothing else than to be with him. He
wasn’t hers to be with any more. It hurt. It was love. They walked, together, a
giant, unnatural void between them where their hands should meet. Their hands
fit. He remembered this. She hid it in a distant folder somewhere deep in her
mind. So they walked. It was strange. Exhilarating! But strange.
“I’m leaving, Jo,”
Anthony said. He really wished she would take him by the hand and kiss him. She
didn’t. He knew she wouldn’t.
“I know,” she replied.
She really wished he would just kiss her. He didn’t. She knew he couldn’t. So
they walked on. They sat at a park and she lit a cigarette.
“You’re a retard,” she
said.
“I don’t deserve that,
bitch!” said he.
“You do,” she emphasized.
“Oh? Okay. Tell me how
so!”
“Okay. You were born this way, darling. Embrace it. In the beginning of time,
God said ‘let there be revulsion’, and your face popped out of a blue waffle.”
“That’s uncalled for,
Jo!” Anthony said.
“Go die,” said she.
They walked on. He
hummed. She hummed. He thought of every scene which he wished to share with
her. She saw stars, and dreams waiting to come true. They shared love. They
shared friendship. He wished he could kiss her. She sighed, knowing he
wouldn’t. She turned. He waved. Then he left.
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