• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 06

The Picture

I never fully understood that picture, but I refused to remove it from my bedroom. It sort of belonged there, and it sometimes did not. Like the time Fraser and I spend the first night together at my place. Watching movies, eating popcorn, and eventually making love in front of it. ‘What’s that?’ he asked awkwardly. ‘Nothing…A present,’ I blushed as I lied. I knew I had to cover it up with a blanket, I had done it before. But it was good, ‘cause I knew it was there, lurking at us. Fraser left in the morning and never came back. Maybe that’s why I like it. Because eventually, someone will like it too.