How did we get this way?
Corrupted:
The view wasn’t that interesting from that window, just black, black, black… endless black…
No moon in the sky, just thick, creepy clouds and frozen, shaky stars, on an inky sky…
The city itself was absorbed deadly by the unnatural silence of the night, no city lights, all the windows were shut, no one was aware of the life behind each of them, if there was one, another mystery of that hush…
He wanted to know what was hidden behind that silence… but he would soon have…
He was waiting… he was praying...
He was afraid… afraid… but, at the same time, he felt a chill, a sick pleasure…
Guilty…
He was behind him, silent like a shadow, cautious like a thief…
He knew… but he acted like it was the first time he saw him, despite the fact he had knew that man since he could remember…
He sighed… a long, submissive sigh…
“Why are you there, at that window, Louis? Why don’t you come here and have a little fun with me?”
The boy left the cold window sill and turned back slowly, trembling hands, his resigned, sad eyes gleaming with a dull sparkle, like a victim…
A victim… that’s all he was, after all… but his lips cracked into a grin as he dropped to his knees, like he had done many, many times before…
There, next to that window, under the cold heat of a rising moon, under the empty eyes of a thousand evanescent stars, he switched off the light…
After a minute or two, he was again at that window… he waited for the next night to come, anxiously… he knew his father wouldn’t have stopped there for sure, but he couldn’t blame him…
There was something sinful to keep them together, it was not love, for sure… it was something completely different, tainted… rage, lust, hunger, feelings that last forever, feeling that don’t change in time, unlike love…
In his eyes there was still the naïve innocence of a young boy, but he had grown up…grown up too fast…
Corrupted.
C’mon… after all it wasn’t that immoral… or… was it?
*Frankita*