Unendlichkeit
The Truth
Tom held his crying brother tightly as the car sped down the empty streets.
Nothing felt right anymore.
He was quiet, thinking his thoughts to himself. They were full of worry and fright, but he didn’t show that in his expression.
Otherwise he’d be like Bill.
And to him crying served no purpose. It was just another human weakness.
He didn’t like Bill crying but of course that meant some comforting he could provide to his twin.
He rested his face against the dark hair. It smelled of hairspray and numerous other hair products that always reminded him of Bill.
Tom rubbed his twins back, trying to settle his crying.
It was muffled, since Bill’s face was buried in Tom’s chest, but when they went home he didn’t want his mother to have a heart attack, hearing her son crying like that.
Bill looked up at Tom, dark tears streaming down his face, his makeup a gloopy mess.
“They called me a fag,” he muttered, wrapping his arms tightly around the strong body.
Tom’s eyes flooded with anger.
“Who did? Was it Bernard again?”
“Nein,” Bill muttered softly. “It was a girl,” his face buried itself in Tom’s chest again, silent, warm tears now falling from those hurt-filled chocolate eyes.
Tom bit his lip. No one was going to make fun of Bill again if he had a thing to say about it.
“Don’t let them tell you that,” Tom whispered, rubbing Bill’s thigh lovingly. “You’re not. And you know it.”
Bill didn’t reply, didn’t move.
Tom sighed and looked out the window.
His eyes flooded with tears, and he let a few fall.
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They entered the dark house silently, knowing that their mother was probably cooking dinner in the kitchen.
Bill could smell the mac and cheese and his stomach turned.
Tom turned to him and touched his cheek. “Go upstairs and lie down. I’ll be up soon.”
“You’re…you’re going to tell her?” Bill asked, his voice shaky. The tears had stopped.
His twin nodded.
Bill threw his arms around him, the tears starting again.
“It’ll be okay,” Tom muttered, his lips gently brushing against Bill’s.
Bill went upstairs reluctantly and threw himself on his bed, starting to cry again.
Why did things have to be so hard?
He buried his face in a pillow, wanting Tomi to be there to hold him and kiss him.
But right now he was telling their mom the horrible sad truth that they were in love and they wanted no other.
It would break her heart, but would she agree that love was love with no matter who it was with?
Gott he hoped so.
Nothing felt right anymore.
He was quiet, thinking his thoughts to himself. They were full of worry and fright, but he didn’t show that in his expression.
Otherwise he’d be like Bill.
And to him crying served no purpose. It was just another human weakness.
He didn’t like Bill crying but of course that meant some comforting he could provide to his twin.
He rested his face against the dark hair. It smelled of hairspray and numerous other hair products that always reminded him of Bill.
Tom rubbed his twins back, trying to settle his crying.
It was muffled, since Bill’s face was buried in Tom’s chest, but when they went home he didn’t want his mother to have a heart attack, hearing her son crying like that.
Bill looked up at Tom, dark tears streaming down his face, his makeup a gloopy mess.
“They called me a fag,” he muttered, wrapping his arms tightly around the strong body.
Tom’s eyes flooded with anger.
“Who did? Was it Bernard again?”
“Nein,” Bill muttered softly. “It was a girl,” his face buried itself in Tom’s chest again, silent, warm tears now falling from those hurt-filled chocolate eyes.
Tom bit his lip. No one was going to make fun of Bill again if he had a thing to say about it.
“Don’t let them tell you that,” Tom whispered, rubbing Bill’s thigh lovingly. “You’re not. And you know it.”
Bill didn’t reply, didn’t move.
Tom sighed and looked out the window.
His eyes flooded with tears, and he let a few fall.
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They entered the dark house silently, knowing that their mother was probably cooking dinner in the kitchen.
Bill could smell the mac and cheese and his stomach turned.
Tom turned to him and touched his cheek. “Go upstairs and lie down. I’ll be up soon.”
“You’re…you’re going to tell her?” Bill asked, his voice shaky. The tears had stopped.
His twin nodded.
Bill threw his arms around him, the tears starting again.
“It’ll be okay,” Tom muttered, his lips gently brushing against Bill’s.
Bill went upstairs reluctantly and threw himself on his bed, starting to cry again.
Why did things have to be so hard?
He buried his face in a pillow, wanting Tomi to be there to hold him and kiss him.
But right now he was telling their mom the horrible sad truth that they were in love and they wanted no other.
It would break her heart, but would she agree that love was love with no matter who it was with?
Gott he hoped so.
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