Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
Part 2 of 4Written and Publish on Aug 27 2005, 01:21 AM
"Are you alright?" I slapped lightly his face to get him conscious.
Christopher smiled weakly as I lifted him up carefully. "No worries. I am fine."
I steadied his heavy frame and grabbed my briefcase and his bag, then offered, "Come, I will send you home."
Christopher smiled and joked, "A moment ago, you warned me not to touch you."
I bit out with malice. "Do you believe I can drop you at any moment?"
"No, you won't." He chuckled.
"Why not?"
"Because you still love me after all these while. You just refuse to admit it."
I dragged him out as the door opens. "You are on the verge of making me lose my patience. I think you have recovered. You talk too much."
Christopher zipped his mouth shut at the sight of my fierce stare.
"I will hail a cab for you. You will survive."
"You have become a mean bitch."
I feigned nonchalance. "That's right. It means you shouldn't come and look for me."
Christopher gently said, "Give me your number, Sean. I won't give up unless I see you. God send me to you six years later."
My anger rose inside me. "Why are you so stubborn? Do you know you are hurting me even more? How can you be so selfish?"
Christopher's face crumpled. "I have a broken heart too. Do you know how hard I try to find you? I went to your place and your parents refused to give me your address. You changed your phone number. I missed you so much but I feel the guilt also;Leslie is my friend too." He squeezed his chest painfully and held my hands.
Me too. My heart silently cried out. I didn't want to think about the fateful night where Leslie was crying and pouring his heart out, sitting on the parapet as I begged him to climb down.
Christopher wanted to break off with me. Someone must have come into our relationship. He refused to tell me who. Sean, did he tell you who it was??
I frantically shook my head and said, "Come down, please. Leslie. Don't do this. We can talk about this rationally. I promise Christopher will return to you. Come down now!"
Leslie just blinked his tears away and shook his head in despair, "He loves someone. I know it. I just know it. I won't let anyone take him away."
As he pushed himself off the parapet, my knees just gave way. I reached out my hand and screamed in hysterical terror. My heart stopped beating. My tears just trickled down.
I have let my friend down. I have caused Leslie's death.
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Desmond. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
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