damn, he was pretty

“Hurry up, pass the damn thing.”

His dark eyes glimmer in the half-light, the weak slurring rays of far-off streetlamps, sliced and diced by chain-link fences. Though it sounds absurd, he seems too beautiful to be here with me behind the Dumpsters, like the sharp cut of his nose, his high cheekbones and full lips pardon him from life's misery. It wasn't rational. But damn, he was pretty.

“Patience is a virtue, Kirby.” He's teasing, but I don't want to listen. I snatch it from him, knowing that he would have handed it to me graciously if I'd waited a moment longer, like the misplaced gentleman he was.

“You should know I don't have any of those.” There's a promise in my voice, one that I know I won't keep and one I know he won't pursue, this out-of-place man of decency.

The little metal tray has all the bite and chill of the midnight we squat in, the stars that are visible in the muddy night sky winking dispassionately. I take the little straw, take the white powder and try to push away the cold concrete that seems to hold an endless reservoir of chill, of my bare arms, so pale in that indistinct light, rippling with goose flesh.

I let the tray fall with a clatter, and pale cocaine mixes with snow.

Days later, he'll leave town. I'll stop waiting by the window, watching the moon that always seemed like an outdated artifact in the electric day, and I'll move my jacket back to the closet instead of next to the bed. I always kept it there, even though I never wore it. Maybe for some reason I expected him to put his arm around me, to try to warm me. But he never touched me, the alien gentleman, the gallant, never offered me his jacket.

I freeze in that winter chill next to the Dumpster even now, tucked under blankets and with the heat turned up.

Damn, he was pretty.

Author's Note

first story!
w00!
:P

Reviews

[Marina]

Absolutley loved.
This is so well written.

And so.damn.adorable
Definitly going on my favorites list.

XxStaySweet (or else),

Rinaaaaaaaaaaaa