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For the Love of Loving

- Yuenbing (Yuenbing) Ooi -

Eric could still hear it, feel it, even up above the skies. The
boy's cries, each and every drop of tear that seeped through his
eyes. The agony he unleashed upon his pillow, all the curses he
muttered under his breath. Every grimace he gave to passersby,
every stale composure he held around his friends and family, his
dog. He saw the boy's visage grow darker and paler and more
mechanical. He felt every ounce of heat and awkwardness the
boys felt when they were together, the boy and another. He felt the
tension, the inhumanity. He wished he saw no more, for every
second his mind dwelled upon the boy and the boy he made him
fall in love with he felt as if his heart was being pricked by a rose;
so sweetly sadistic, such spite.
And that day his darkest fantasy, his guilty plea, became a
reality, for the boy saw, felt, comprehended, and dwelled no more.
That day, all the agony the boy had been bearing, all the thorns he