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I’m in love with my friend and I feel like it goes against everything I’ve ever thought about myself. What do I do?
The gray anonymous face patiently waited for his answer, yet it had been ten minutes since he had first read the ask. Since then he had reread it exactly 87 times, including his most recent rereading of it. Nevertheless, he still didn’t have an answer.
He looked up, expecting to see John either in his chair reading the daily newspaper or in the kitchen making tea. Sadly, John was neither. Right, of course. John was at the clinic. It was the reason he logged onto the shared blog of theirs in the first place.
John.
The recent memories tasted bittersweet in his mouth. Novosibirsk hadn’t been too kind to him. Picana eléctrica. He shuddered. No, it definitely had not. But John...
“Just wait, I’ll come up with something. Someone has to save you from your own stupidity, and by ‘someone’, I mean me.” And John had, hadn’t he. Not the John that was only a figment of his own imagination, but the real John. And all because of that stupid, ridiculous, bloody blog of his. (Really, what was everyone’s attraction to The Aluminium Crutch?) But, yes, it was John who had (indirectly) saved him.
John saved him. For (figuratively) the millionth time.
But it was also John who had wrapped the chain of the handcuffs around his neck, almost suffocating him. God, he had loved it.
....
Love...
Suffer quietly.
SH