So easy to miss
Surely this island had hardened him. Surely it had rendered him immune against expectations, o hopes. Surely it had dried his tears - surely he wouldn’t cry at such a ridiculous fucking thing to begin with.
Guy bit the inside of his cheek and cursed every bloody shred of sentimentality within him, apparently not yet ossified to survive this island’s nature.
Cole had vanished, leaving Guy on the ground against a tree, head on knees, clutching a piece of sheet music, whilst trying very hard not to be bothered by any of it. He had tried walking away from Cole’s empty room unhurt. He hadn’t succeeded.
Bastard. Utter, utter bastard.
‘You make me young again’ said the song title on the handwritten crumpled sheet music in his hands. "I'll love you until we're both old and we'll make each other young again", it ended.
It worked both ways. Cole’s bloody positivism had been contagious. It had made Guy feel young again as well. It had caused ideals long lost to surface again. They could make something of this island yet. There was something to work for. Something to be pleased about, something to smile about.
Of course, Guy would remain the ever cynic, but there was always a spark of light heartedness and optimism within. Cole had fuelled that. Had made him young again.
"I'll love you until we're both old and we'll make each other young again". Liar. How could people be so bloody blind to the obvious situation they found themselves in? Nothing here lasts.
Nothing.
So why in the name of Fucking Hell on Earth did his heart insist on missing Cole already?
((Guy has just found out Cole Porter has vanished off the island. He’s not very pleased about it…))
Guy bit the inside of his cheek and cursed every bloody shred of sentimentality within him, apparently not yet ossified to survive this island’s nature.
Cole had vanished, leaving Guy on the ground against a tree, head on knees, clutching a piece of sheet music, whilst trying very hard not to be bothered by any of it. He had tried walking away from Cole’s empty room unhurt. He hadn’t succeeded.
Bastard. Utter, utter bastard.
‘You make me young again’ said the song title on the handwritten crumpled sheet music in his hands. "I'll love you until we're both old and we'll make each other young again", it ended.
It worked both ways. Cole’s bloody positivism had been contagious. It had made Guy feel young again as well. It had caused ideals long lost to surface again. They could make something of this island yet. There was something to work for. Something to be pleased about, something to smile about.
Of course, Guy would remain the ever cynic, but there was always a spark of light heartedness and optimism within. Cole had fuelled that. Had made him young again.
"I'll love you until we're both old and we'll make each other young again". Liar. How could people be so bloody blind to the obvious situation they found themselves in? Nothing here lasts.
Nothing.
So why in the name of Fucking Hell on Earth did his heart insist on missing Cole already?
((Guy has just found out Cole Porter has vanished off the island. He’s not very pleased about it…))