Warnings: character death, partial nudity, non-explicit sexual content
If you can, listen to "Pavane" by Gabriel Fauré while you read this.
If you can, listen to "Pavane" by Gabriel Fauré while you read this.
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Jasper
Every night, after the dangerous sun disappears, I stand by his house and watch over him. When I arrive, he is generally narrating his day to his parents, all-proud of his last achievements. As usual, his father is faking interest, sipping his wine, while his mother nods absently between bites of her dinner. I taste their boredom in my mouth, so bitter that even his sweet enthusiasm cannot lessen it. She interrupts him after a few moments to inquire about his date for the latest social event of the season. She is referring this time to the prestigious St Valentine's Ball planned in a few days. As his dear mother presents a list of suitable young ladies to accompany him, my boy looks taken aback. His face, still pink from the freezing wind, reddens even more with anguish as he stutters his replies, before excusing himself and half-running to his room.
