Valentine's Day - Synacky.A Taxi, a Lover and Valentine's day.
New York City February 14th 2012.
The brunette man sighed as walked through the streets of NYC. He pulled his scarf up to his nose and rubbed his hands together. Today was Valentine's day -Brian's least favourite holiday-, it was snowing heavily and to top it all off his girlfriend had thrown him out on the street. He had caught her cheating on him and when he brought it up she flipped out on him. Brian was a gentleman, he left without an argument even thought it was HIS house. He didn't even love his girlfriend, sure he liked her but he could never love her. For one he was gay and was in love with a man, his ex-boyfriend to be precise. He was the reason that Brian hated Valentine's Day so much. The pair were perfect together, they never fought, they cuddled together and they both said 'I love you' to their partner at least once a day. But one day the pair got into a fight, it was a stupid drunken row that ended with Brian
I wish he felt the same 2/2PART TWO!
Brian had been outside for at least 30 minutes now, I know it didn't take that long to have a cigarette. I'd been really worried about Brian for the past few days, he locked himself up in his room a lot and on the rare occasions he would come out he wouldn't take any notice of me.
I got up from the sofa and walked opened the curtains and windows that lead out to the balcony, Brian was sitting with his legs dangling over the railings, he was soaked to the bone because of the heavy rain. I was about to ask what he was doing but he stood up and leant over the more. I nearly screamed, surely he didn't want to kill himself? I didn't want to scare him and have him fall so I slowly I made my way over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He gasped and lost his footing but I held him tight.
"What are you doing Bri?" I asked him, burning my face in the space between his shoulders. He didn't answer me. "Please come back inside Brian,
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Brian sighed as he watched the witch trials. Women all ages were dragged from their homes, tortured then condemned for been witches... all because of one boy. Zachary Vengeance, as he liked to be called. He was the real witch and yet only Brian could see through him. He could see past the innocent appearance and saw the wickedness that laid underneath. It repulsed him yet he could not stay away from Zachary. The little witch had put a love spell on Brian and so he could not stay away. He curled his lip in distaste then turned and walked through the forest. He stopped as he heard a twig snap then two arms wrapped themselves around him.
"Don't leave me," A small whisper said. "You can't leave me,"
"Zachary..." He whispered.
"Do ye know how a love spell works?" The voice whispered. Brian shook his head. "The caster must have desire for the person of their affection and the person must have desire for the caster,"
"Are ye sayin'-" Brian growled, yanking his grip from the witch.