When Friends Say GoodbyeIt has been such a long time.When Friends Say Goodbye by BreathlessIvory
The tall Spaniard was just realizing this when he lowered himself slowly to his knees. The stone in front of him was roughly cut, yet the words carved into it looked painstakingly neat. He remembered when he had etched those words into the stone it had taken him forever just to get a single letter.
He lifted his shaky hand and ran a finger over the name.
He hadn’t put a last name or a birth date. He hadn’t wanted anyone else to know so much about his partner. If anyone really cared they wouldn’t need to learn it from his grave. There were just three simple words engraved in the stone.
My partner Miguel.
The years had taken its toll on Tulio, but time hadn’t been the only thing that had caused him to age so much faster. Tulio’s hair had grayed and his face had wrinkled. His gnarled hands could no longer hold a lock pick, and his brittle bones weren’t strong enough to run from guards.
He couldn’t believe it had alrea
Migulio- You Belong With MeYou're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upsetMigulio- You Belong With Me by SlaughterFuks
She's going off about something that you said
'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do..
Tulio argued with her in the door way. It was all just a joke. Her nose scrunched up, her arms folded beneath her breasts in a no nonsense type of way. Another accusation and Tulio growled out his frustrations and used his hands for emphasis. She stomped her own bare foot to the ground and turned up her nose as she turned toward the Spanish sky just outside the shack they had taken up as home. She walked off with a flick of her hair.
Tulio sighed, defeated and let his gaze drop to his feet. Warm arms embraced him from behind and a gentle nuzzle to his shoulder calmed him down as he looked down to see red-clad arms around his middle. A smile graced him then.
Miguel laughed softly, his voice reassuring.
"I though it was rather funny, amigo."
I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music s
Migulio- Have A Nice Trip?A bible rested before Miguel and he refused to open it. What was inside was his damnation. He knew it because of how he felt. The priest walked by him and was preaching the ways of the Savior. He felt dirty and vile. He listened as his father spoke with loud and precise words of promise. Promises of heaven. That promise wasn't his.Migulio- Have A Nice Trip? by SlaughterFuks
He peered around his shoulder to see a black-haired boy around his age, leaning against the wall of the filled church just by the door. He was kept from bolting out by an older man gripping his thin arm. Both of them were dirty and looked like normal, broke commoners who came to try and ask God for more.
This wasn't the first time he had seen this kid before. He made sure of that. He would even follow him as he and -what he could only assume was- his father walked back to their house after every Sunday. He frowned as his own father came back up the aisle, voice rising as if to reach the heavens themselves. He waited until he was far enough ahead of the aisle