One More Game

PGM used to be a friend.

Then one day, I got bored and saw him in the corner of my eye, in a different light. I was at the time shaking the jake residue off my system; I should have known it was going to be another disaster.

For one (and the most important of all), PGM was (and still is) chained to Lavender. They both love each other. There was no way anyone could break the chain off. Unless I use black magic. Which, apparently I have no actual knowledge of. This said, what's the point of enumerating the other reasons?

Reasons aside, I missed the entire point of thinking about the effects of my actions and (inactions). So, here, I'm struggling with fingers and brain and heart to come up with anything to keep me busy (typing words to express my thoughts and feelings, to be clear). Not necessarily to forget but to remember the good, fun times, no matter how bleak those seem to be ending.

I remember the time when the game started. I went up to him and asked: "Does Lavender bite you ears? Or nibble at them?" He laughed. I continued, "They look yummy. And crispy. Can I take a bite?" he laughed even louder. Then I looked at his neck (oh, the neck!) and I said, matter-of-factly, "If I were a vampire- which i'd love to be- I'd lick the length of your neck before making use of my fangs on them." He laughed some more, his eyes disappearing every time he did. My subconscious must have been aching for such human delights because I went back the day after. And the next. And the day after the next. And so on and so forth.

I was having so much fun that I didn't notice how the deed (or misdeed) became a habit. It was addicting to hear the laughter and see the eyes disappearing. I couldn't get enough of them. I thirsted for his attention all the time. I began weaving dreams during the day- you know, the kind that makes you lose sleep over? Daydreaming wasn't so bad. Until I wanted the daydreams to be real.

The game began to take a more interesting turn then. I was on the verge of losing a friend, and gaining a more-than-just-a-friend, in my own version of things, at least.

I fell straight off that verge: PGM became someone other than just a friend to me.

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