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“Naive he who believes in the one who professes his love so openly”
All his life he had been full of mistakes and regrets - people coming and going in the blink of an eye, it was the fate of those who were born in his family, something which he always knew, and that's why ha can't understand why he thought it could be different.
Although he was well aware of the nature of their relationship within himself there was always the hope that such carnal encounters could have a greater meaning to the older man as they had to him, he who gave everything of his being to each one hoping that perhaps he could stop being just something casual.
And for some time he believed that he had succeeded, he believed in all those words with which he softened his ear, in those gentle caresses with which he comforted his body after having used it merciless, in those kisses, in the way he embraced his body...
He naively believed that that man also loved him in the same way, that that way of marking him so that everyone could see who owned his body was proof of this, how deluded he was...
He belonged to him, let him do with his body as he wanted, played by his rules, was a good boy to him and none of that was worth anything when he found him tangled in his sheets with another of his students saying the same stinging words to his ear.
He Idia Shroud had been an idiot once again believing that someone could really love him...
...A naive man