Peter remembered that first night - the night he saw his Mikolas. The lad had performed his song at the Eurovision Song Contest. Peter still had pain where he had slid to the floor, penis in hand, furiously masturbating as he watched the lad perform.
He had fallen in love that night, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he could be with his Mikolas. He cautiously collected every photo on the internet of the lad, and he had rubbed himself raw over his collection.
His journey for his love began shortly after, and he had quickly collected all of his money to attend every concert and to trace his love. He made his love a special gift, a bracelet, and had run onto the stage to give it to him. The security men had been very heavy handed, intercepting him before he reached his love, but his love had smiled that beautiful smile and Peter knew that if it was down to Mikolas, he would have let Peter give him his gift. It was the security men in the wrong, and Peter knew it.
He bought a camera, and decided to document the movements of his love. He knew that in years to come, his Mikolas would be proud of his efforts, and would love Peter even more. It had been a bad day, when he had followed his love to the gym:
His love had become upset, tired from his concerts Peter thought, and a security man had scared Peter away. Peter had cried a thousand tears that night, knowing that his love would be upset too. He had to see him, to tell his love that he knew it was a mistake and that Peter loved him with all of his heart. He had traced his love to his family's home, and in the dead of night (so as not to be disturbed by the parents), he had snuck into his love's bedroom.
He had gone to his love, stroked his cheek and his hair. Place his hand on his love's firm chest. His love had become upset again. Peter was annoyed, telling his love that he was jeapordising their happiness. His love's parents had woken up then - and with the threat of a call to the police, Peter had fled. He knew that the police wouldn't understand, and that in a relationship with an age difference, they would blame the older man for the upset. At 58, Peter knew he would be framed by his love's parents.
Two days later, and Peter's midnight mission for love had made the news. His love had done an interview, announcing a restraining order against Peter, and a police investigation. Peter was distraught. How could his love break up with him, and so publicly? Peter had never felt so betrayed. He hated his... he hated Mikolas. He hated him. He printed every photo and he stabbed them all with a knife, ripping through them. He stabbed. And stabbed. And stabbed. He thought he would burst with the hate in his veins. How dare his love do this!
Although he hated him, the concert had been amazing. Peter briefly considered sparing his former love the punishment that he deserved. But then he remembered how his love had thrown Peter away, and he was determined to deal with it. He filed out with the rest of the crowd, and grimaced at the din of the teenage girls screaming along the ropeline. Mikolas came out of the stage door, and started to shake hands and sign autographs. Peter put his hand on the gun. He was ready.
Peter was shaking from the hate. Not even his former love's beautiful smile could save him now. The lad moved down the ropeline, and he saw Peter. The fear in the lad's eyes betrayed his embarrasment at what he had done to Peter. The lad began to shout for his security, but Peter had a clear shot. He drew the gun up, and before the lad had chance to flinch, he fired. 6 bullets tore through his former loves chest and stomach. His former love fell back, and Peter stood still during the chaos. The security men surrounded him, but with some effort, he strained to see his former love cough up blood, and then take his very last breath. He smiled as his former love died on the cold, concrete floor; his fate finally sealed.
As the year's ticked by, Peter knew he would be forgiven by his love. The other prisoners didn't understand, but Peter knew it. As he walked up the steps to the hangman's platform, Peter could do nothing but smile. He knew his love would be waiting for him. "Any last words?" he was asked.
"I did it for love".
He had fallen in love that night, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he could be with his Mikolas. He cautiously collected every photo on the internet of the lad, and he had rubbed himself raw over his collection.
His journey for his love began shortly after, and he had quickly collected all of his money to attend every concert and to trace his love. He made his love a special gift, a bracelet, and had run onto the stage to give it to him. The security men had been very heavy handed, intercepting him before he reached his love, but his love had smiled that beautiful smile and Peter knew that if it was down to Mikolas, he would have let Peter give him his gift. It was the security men in the wrong, and Peter knew it.
He bought a camera, and decided to document the movements of his love. He knew that in years to come, his Mikolas would be proud of his efforts, and would love Peter even more. It had been a bad day, when he had followed his love to the gym:
His love had become upset, tired from his concerts Peter thought, and a security man had scared Peter away. Peter had cried a thousand tears that night, knowing that his love would be upset too. He had to see him, to tell his love that he knew it was a mistake and that Peter loved him with all of his heart. He had traced his love to his family's home, and in the dead of night (so as not to be disturbed by the parents), he had snuck into his love's bedroom.
He had gone to his love, stroked his cheek and his hair. Place his hand on his love's firm chest. His love had become upset again. Peter was annoyed, telling his love that he was jeapordising their happiness. His love's parents had woken up then - and with the threat of a call to the police, Peter had fled. He knew that the police wouldn't understand, and that in a relationship with an age difference, they would blame the older man for the upset. At 58, Peter knew he would be framed by his love's parents.
Two days later, and Peter's midnight mission for love had made the news. His love had done an interview, announcing a restraining order against Peter, and a police investigation. Peter was distraught. How could his love break up with him, and so publicly? Peter had never felt so betrayed. He hated his... he hated Mikolas. He hated him. He printed every photo and he stabbed them all with a knife, ripping through them. He stabbed. And stabbed. And stabbed. He thought he would burst with the hate in his veins. How dare his love do this!
Although he hated him, the concert had been amazing. Peter briefly considered sparing his former love the punishment that he deserved. But then he remembered how his love had thrown Peter away, and he was determined to deal with it. He filed out with the rest of the crowd, and grimaced at the din of the teenage girls screaming along the ropeline. Mikolas came out of the stage door, and started to shake hands and sign autographs. Peter put his hand on the gun. He was ready.
Peter was shaking from the hate. Not even his former love's beautiful smile could save him now. The lad moved down the ropeline, and he saw Peter. The fear in the lad's eyes betrayed his embarrasment at what he had done to Peter. The lad began to shout for his security, but Peter had a clear shot. He drew the gun up, and before the lad had chance to flinch, he fired. 6 bullets tore through his former loves chest and stomach. His former love fell back, and Peter stood still during the chaos. The security men surrounded him, but with some effort, he strained to see his former love cough up blood, and then take his very last breath. He smiled as his former love died on the cold, concrete floor; his fate finally sealed.
As the year's ticked by, Peter knew he would be forgiven by his love. The other prisoners didn't understand, but Peter knew it. As he walked up the steps to the hangman's platform, Peter could do nothing but smile. He knew his love would be waiting for him. "Any last words?" he was asked.
"I did it for love".
