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Chap Stick and Air Wick
Into this Life

My ridiculous ringtone almost sounded sad as it sounded on that rainy night. It was the exact same tune as always, but something about it simply wept. I picked up the vibrating plastic cautiously, flipping it open and placing it gently against my ear.

“Hello?”

Heavy breathing answered my greeting. “Jinj… C-can you meet me at the Hilton?” Tyrone’s voice was shaking, this one sentence just barely audible.

“Ty? What’s wrong… Are you alright?” I asked urgently, gripping my shirt.

“Just come to the regular room, ‘kay?”

The line died.

I rushed over to that hotel, telling my chauffer to go ahead and leave me there. I knew I wasn’t going to leaving anytime soon. Without a moment’s hesitation, I ran into the lobby, heading straight for the elevator, hands anxiously gripping at my pants as the lift climbed slowly. When I finally got to my floor, I rushed off, running down the hall until I got to our door—913—the luxury suite we claimed as our own. I urgently rapped the door.

No answer at first.

I knocked again.

Finally a tiny slit open, my lover’s dull gray eyes as dull as ever. They were dead, his eyes. It broke my heart, looking into such lifeless eyes. He abruptly wrapped his freezing hand around my wrist, tugging me in, shutting the door behind me, shakily locking all the locks. He was soaked. He hadn’t even bothered trying to dry off.

“Ty, you’re drenched… You’re going to get pneumonia and die at this rate,” I muttered, half joking in a futile attempt to lift the thick atmosphere surrounding us. I reached to place my hand against his cheek, but he slapped away my hand.

“I might as well,” he sighed, walking further into the room, flopping down onto the armchair.

“What happened?” I urged, striding across the room to kneel in front of his chair. “Tell me,” I pleaded, my eyes boring into his lifeless ones.

“I… I finally had to do it,” he barely uttered, his breath shaking, his whole body trembling, his dead eyes watering.

“Do what?” I breathed, hands cupping his face.

“I killed him,” he said, quite simply, eyes completely glazing over. “It wasn’t just dumping the body, I shot him, I looked straight into his pleading blue eyes and pulled the trigger, watched him fall and bleed and writhe and utter his last breath… A man! A living breathing—”

“Ty, calm down,” I lifted his eyes up to stare into mine.

“You don’t get it, Jinger! I shot him! I…I!” he whimpered, shaking his head, tears now freely flowing from his eyes. “God, I’m disgusting… Do you hate me?”

“I couldn’t hate you for that and you know that. Stop being stupid,” I gently kissed him on the forehead to prove it.

“I hate this… Why the fuck did I have to be born into this family?” he moaned, leaning his head against my shoulder. I tangled my fingers in his damp, sticky hair, massaging his scalp, whispering gently into his ear.

I knew better than anyone that Tyrannosaurus Rex was the worst possible person to be a mobster. He was too soft, too kind, too sweet. He shouldn’t have been born into this life, forced into this life.

And as I looked at him, I saw my own future. One day, sooner or later, that would be me, telling Ty about my first hit.

And I wonder, what will I be like? I know I am a lot harder than my love; I have the attitude of a murderer… Will that drive me away from him?

I know he’ll cry for me. He’ll weep because of my lost innocence in my place. I looked into those watered eyes again, my heart feeling a jab of pain as I saw the agony laced in the gray abyss.

I kissed him, nudging his head up, capturing his lips and leaning forward. He continued to sob. I could taste the salt of his tears and snot as I bit his lips, as I swept my tongue over his mouth, but I didn’t mind.

I started crying.

My sweet Tyrone should never have been born into this life.

Description
Chap Stick and Air Wick
Into this Life

My ridiculous ringtone almost sounded sad as it sounded on that rainy night. It was the exact same tune as always, but something about it simply wept. I picked up the vibrating plastic cautiously, flipping it open and placing it gently against my ear.

“Hello?”

Heavy breathing answered my greeting. “Jinj… C-can you meet me at the Hilton?” Tyrone’s voice was shaking, this one sentence just barely audible.

“Ty? What’s wrong… Are you alright?” I asked urgently, gripping my shirt.

“Just come to the regular room, ‘kay?”

The line died.

I rushed over to that hotel, telling my chauffer to go ahead and leave me there. I knew I wasn’t going to leaving anytime soon. Without a moment’s hesitation, I ran into the lobby, heading straight for the elevator, hands anxiously gripping at my pants as the lift climbed slowly. When I finally got to my floor, I rushed off, running down the hall until I got to our door—913—the luxury suite we claimed as our own. I urgently rapped the door.

No answer at first.

I knocked again.

Finally a tiny slit open, my lover’s dull gray eyes as dull as ever. They were dead, his eyes. It broke my heart, looking into such lifeless eyes. He abruptly wrapped his freezing hand around my wrist, tugging me in, shutting the door behind me, shakily locking all the locks. He was soaked. He hadn’t even bothered trying to dry off.

“Ty, you’re drenched… You’re going to get pneumonia and die at this rate,” I muttered, half joking in a futile attempt to lift the thick atmosphere surrounding us. I reached to place my hand against his cheek, but he slapped away my hand.

“I might as well,” he sighed, walking further into the room, flopping down onto the armchair.

“What happened?” I urged, striding across the room to kneel in front of his chair. “Tell me,” I pleaded, my eyes boring into his lifeless ones.

“I… I finally had to do it,” he barely uttered, his breath shaking, his whole body trembling, his dead eyes watering.

“Do what?” I breathed, hands cupping his face.

“I killed him,” he said, quite simply, eyes completely glazing over. “It wasn’t just dumping the body, I shot him, I looked straight into his pleading blue eyes and pulled the trigger, watched him fall and bleed and writhe and utter his last breath… A man! A living breathing—”

“Ty, calm down,” I lifted his eyes up to stare into mine.

“You don’t get it, Jinger! I shot him! I…I!” he whimpered, shaking his head, tears now freely flowing from his eyes. “God, I’m disgusting… Do you hate me?”

“I couldn’t hate you for that and you know that. Stop being stupid,” I gently kissed him on the forehead to prove it.

“I hate this… Why the fuck did I have to be born into this family?” he moaned, leaning his head against my shoulder. I tangled my fingers in his damp, sticky hair, massaging his scalp, whispering gently into his ear.

I knew better than anyone that Tyrannosaurus Rex was the worst possible person to be a mobster. He was too soft, too kind, too sweet. He shouldn’t have been born into this life, forced into this life.

And as I looked at him, I saw my own future. One day, sooner or later, that would be me, telling Ty about my first hit.

And I wonder, what will I be like? I know I am a lot harder than my love; I have the attitude of a murderer… Will that drive me away from him?

I know he’ll cry for me. He’ll weep because of my lost innocence in my place. I looked into those watered eyes again, my heart feeling a jab of pain as I saw the agony laced in the gray abyss.

I kissed him, nudging his head up, capturing his lips and leaning forward. He continued to sob. I could taste the salt of his tears and snot as I bit his lips, as I swept my tongue over his mouth, but I didn’t mind.

I started crying.

My sweet Tyrone should never have been born into this life.