Dark Glowing Embers.

Just a little excerpt from one of my brainstorms...

I've never known a single individual who made a complete self-sacrifice for Love. There's always been that one sefish benefit keeping them from being 100% devoted. I guess that's why I've always liked musicians. They were completely and utterly devoted to their career; it wasn't some 8-5 job for them, it was a lifestyle. one that required every ounce of your soul if you were going to survive.
That's why I liked...loved Ektor so much. See, he and I had the same difficulty. We were both so tormented, haunted as kids. Alcohol does not improve a person. We learned that the hard way, through our parents and their drunken episodes. Ektor and I got the brunt of every backlash, every slap, every slur. As long as there were no visible scars or bruises, you didn't have a case. Simple as that.
And that's why Ektor and I bonded so closely. We both needed, craved full dedication; something our parents never gave us.
Constant affection is the one thing that made the gravitational pull of the voids in our hearts seem almost bearable. Like the ever-present feeling of his skin was my ecstasy; the world couldn't take me off of my throne when Ektor was with me.
However, there's a dark side, a malice about Ektor that no one has ever seen, save for me. Behind his vibrant green eyes, there was a fresh battle wound in his heart. Some say it was all a phase, and that he'd eventually "get better". Ektor was never one to improve if HE didn't think he was the one who needed improving. Ektor changed when HE wanted to change. The world was on his schedule, and time waits for no man. Not even Ektor Alexander Varkatzas.




I'm not sure if this is going to go anywhere.
But feel free to enjoy it ?