He stands at the edge of the roof with a big smile on his face. He hadn’t felt happiness in so long, but tonight he finally felt something, solace. The attrition to his soul had finally run him ragged and bare. Tonight, the festering wound would be dealt with. This was like Christmas, he would now open himself to whatever would happen once his medicine were to take effect. He felt giddy.

The door behind him slams open and the huffs and puffs very loudly. “STOP.” The intruder runs up to the man and stops as he surveys the others vantage point. “Please this isn’t necessary. Let’s talk about this.” He begins to walk forward slowly as he speaks to his friend. He has to take control of the situation.

“Not another damn step.” The man on the ledge does not move. He barely reacts, but the dark resolve in his voice, so utterly cold and resolute. It stops the walking man and chills him a bit, he’d never heard his friend sound like this, so... dead.

“Or what, you’ll jump? Seriously, not one of the better threats from people when they are in your situation.”

“No. You’ll have to live with the fact that YOU made me jump.” his dead voice gained a creepy hint of mirth at his comment. The other man was now planted to the ground at those words. He could never live with himself in any situation that he had to see the other die, but having caused it, he experienced the hell of that possibility instantly.

“Ok. I won’t move. Look, Reinaldo you don’t have to do this. There are people that need you, that love you and will miss you. Are you really gonna be this selfish? You gonna be this self centered and just ignore their pain?” He hoped he could get to him. Reinaldo had always been very empathic, always out there for others.

“You think I am selfish, that I do this for myself? I do it for them.”

“What? You think this is gonna help anything? You’re gonna hurt so many that depend on you.”

“Yes, I am there for them. Do you have any idea how much I love them all? I adore all of those around me, they are everything to me. I love especially her. But I know w what I am a decease, I am nothing but a virus. I hurt those I love, why I don’t know. I just do. I do this for them. They don’t need me, I need them, Im addicted.”

The man had no words to say. How could he argue. He had honestly nothing. “Ok. So you consider yourself a douche. So you are an asshole. EVERYONE IS! We are all addicted to one another, we are all hurtful to one another, it’s life. We learn and move on. Mistakes happen, and we go on living. This is a cowards way out, they all love you, and you just said you love them dammit.”

“I love them, but I can’t love them.”

“What? Why?”

“Cause I hate myself. I hate my life, the way I am nothing but a parasite. I hate Reinaldo so much, I want him to die.” He turned to his friend and got off the ledge, standing just against it facing him with a tear, falling from one eye. “I hate him so much.”

“Ok, walk away from the ledge and we’ll talk about it.” The man did not want to move the words from before had planted him firmly and refused to let go.

“It’s too late. You can’t smell it? Are you not in the 40%?”

He sniffed at the air not knowing what he meant, and then it hit him, the almond smell, it was faint, but instantly he knew what he had meant. He was too late, there was nothing left to do. “Why? Why?” He stood there frozen, his hand reaching out to Reinaldo.

“I could have just waited with a smile ion my face, I could have just let everything go, and think of nothing, but you had to make me think of how much it hurts, how much I hurt them, and how much I hate it all. I guess it’s karma, the hell I gave them all, makes you come here and help me. One silver lining, I get to choose my last words.” He reached out his hand and smiled though the tears. “Fuck You.” His head falls back and his body follows that way. As he falls to the gorund bellow, his mind flashes to the memories the other stirred, all the hatred, all the love, and is true last words escape his lips... “I lo...”
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“This tree has history.” says the bald man. He stands at six feet with a shaven head. His black faded jeans hugging his fit legs and hips. The white dress shirt also touching his body at the right spots making him leave a well toned frame. “Do you want to hear the story?”.

“Yes, I would love to hear it.” the voice that answers comes from a young woman, looking no more than 21. Her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders framing her pale face. Her blue eyes intensely looking at the sunset from the place she is sitting under the tree. “ doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“It never will again. Now, the young one in this story was barely 40, inexperienced and just released in to the world on his own. He met someone, he thought he would...”

The woman stands under the tree awaiting him once more. The cold air making her body shiver. The corset she wears tight on her torso making her bosom heave with every breath. She can only think about him, his hands, his eyes, his voice. The sun just finished setting in the horizon and she knows he will be here soon. Her skirts making flowing as a light wind blows from the east making the flesh in her arms and her shoulders become covered in goose bumps. She closer her eyes as steels herself for what is to happen tonight.

“It is cold my dear. Did you forget your cloak?” The man that comes up the hill toward her is an impressive Spaniard man with his black curls spilling over his shoulders. The vest he wears complimenting his fit frame, not that of a farm worker more that of a delist. His green eyes looking up at her shiver in the cold evening and thinks of his feeling for her and that this moment is more special to him than anything.

“I hoped you could warm me tonight.”, she turns to him and smiles. He begins to take off his coat and throws it on the ground next to her.

“As you wish.” She opens her arms and wraps them around him and he pills her as close as he can physically hold her. His body warm against hers and his lips begin to explore her neck. He can fell her pulse under his lips and kisses where her artery is. “My dearest you heart beats strangely tonight. Is something the matter?”

“I can never lie to you.” the voice comes from her muffled on his neck.

“I would hope you wouldn’t.” he pulls her closer feeling the need to protect himself as if in a fight.

“I wish to never see you again.” the words sound rehearsed, almost vomited as she melts in to his embrace deeper than before.

“I... I...” he can hear the sobs lightly coming for her in his arms and he pushes her away. He tries to say something, but the tears rolling from her eyes stop him. The stabbing feeling going through his heart and it leaves him speechless.

“This is a wonderful thing we have Cornelius, but it must end before it ends in heartache.” She turns from him and faces away so that he may not see anymore of her tears. In actuality she just didn’t want to see his face anymore or she would not be able to leave. He comes up from behind her and wraps his arms around her, pulls her close in to him and she can’t help but melt under his strong embrace.

“Why? My love I thought we had something special, I can’t see this end. I... I love you.”

“I do as well Cornelius, but do we have a future? Can you see us, this forever?”

“I can.” he begins to kiss her neck as he holds her in his arms and he can feel her shudder.

“No, you can’t, you have hope and that is not the same. Please you must let me go.” he pushes her and turns her to him and looks in her eyes with mild anger.

“Why, why must I let you go? I love you I never thought I could feel this anymore. I need this.” he looks down to the ground with his hands still on her shoulders. “I refuse to let you go.”

“Cornelius, you are not real to me. We meet in the night and we have our trysts, yes this is wonderful, but this is not a life. It is affecting my real life.” She pulls away and begins to walk away.

“No.” he runs around to her with a grace that cannot be considered normal. “I refuse to see you go. He is a boorish lout that treats you miserably. I love you, I fulfill you, I want to hold you, I want you for me.” he comes closer to her and places his hands on her shoulders, his lips then brush with her left eye and then her right. “Don’t go.”

She is stupefied. She needs to leave, but is unable to, she does not want to. “I have to, we have no future, half a life of darkness, you’re a monster and I have to see you as that.”, she pulls away and walks backwards towards the tree. “You are a monster, you exist only in the night, he can give a full life, he does give me a full life. He adores me, you excite me, I cannot do that to him any longer.”

His eyes now well up with tears, as it falls down his cheek, it is not clear as it should be, but crimson, blood. “Tell me does he give you what you want? Does he tell you what you want to hear? Does he make you feel like nothing can be done? Does he make you feel like when you’re here? Tell me ” He walks with her keeping her pace. “Half a life, I will figure out how to stand in the sun for you without pain, I will be with you forever, please, don’t walk away from me.”

“Cornelius, I love him. I married him. You wont be able to walk in the sunlight for me, and you cant be with me forever. Life just didn’t mean it that way. We can’t always have what we want.” She stops and walks in to his arms. “I do love you.” She escapes from his embrace and runs from him. He thinks to himself, he should follow her, he should touch her, he should... let her go. She was his beloved, after turning in to this, he never though he would feel love, he did, never thought he’d feel heart break, he did. He let’s his aura extend from himself, his pain, his frustration and they touch the tree, the pain affects the tree almost as if making it cry, and he is slowly showered in apple blossoms.


“That was sad. He just let her go?” The blonde asks him from her spot under the tree.

“He let her go, walked away, but never forgot, never stopped loving her. He even lept his promise and that is what I taught you, the sun can’t hurt you anymore.” He turns to her and looks at her with his green eyes. “Lets go.”

“He actually loved her and walked away? Dorian what was the point of that story.”

“I just felt like telling it. Apple trees remind me of that story.”


“Dorian, I have a question.”, she says as she stands from under the tree.

“Yes.” he says as he walks to her. His body moving with a catlike grace that in itself is enticing to the eye.

“Were you not once called Cornelius.”

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