My darkness through your life

Robert was still the same as before, holding Quinto in his arms, ready to listen to his nagging.

However, this time, Quinto was also silent.

"Quinto, why don't you talk?" After a while, Robert asked.

"Robert, I want to say too much. There are thousands of words. I don't know where to start. Actually, I want to hear you talk about yourself. For example, what is your last name? What do you do? What do you usually like?"

"Well, Quinto, I'll read you poems!" Robert picked up the collection of poems by the Portuguese poet Camões by the bedside and read aloud:

"My Heart and My All"

my heart and my all,

I want you to take it,

I just ask you to leave me a pair of eyes,

let me see you.

on me,

There is nothing you have not conquered,

You took its life,

And take its death with it,

If I have anything to lose,

I wish you would take me there,

I just ask you to leave me a pair of eyes,

let me see you.

Robert finished reading with emotion, and Quinto turned to him with tears in his eyes.

"Quinto, baby, what's the matter with you?" Robert asked, putting aside the book and kissing his tears.

"Robert, do you know? Recently, I always like to read this poem, 'There is nothing in me that you have not conquered', 'Just give me a pair of eyes so that I can see you.' It’s all about my heartfelt feelings for you, but for you, I’ve never seen the flowers clearly!” Kunto said with a choked voice.

"Fool, why do you want to see me clearly? Just be happy when we are together. Don't cry anymore, I feel so sorry for you!" Robert comforted softly.

"Do you really love me? You are with me, don't you just want to have fun?" Quinto raised his misty eyes and looked at Robert sadly.

"Baby, of course I really feel sorry for you, you believe me!" Robert hugged Quinto tightly and kept kissing him.

Afterwards, they stopped talking, and Quinto licked Robert's red and swollen earlobe from Jacob's beating with his tongue. The two kissed until past three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Robert got up: "Quinto, I'm leaving!"

"It's midnight, why are you in such a hurry? Did I say something wrong just now?" Quinto asked disappointedly, holding Robert's hand.

"No! Baby, don't think too much, I have to catch the first train back to Venice, I don't have weekends at work," said Robert.

Kunto was very moved suddenly, he came back early at night to visit him in such a hurry, what doubts did he have?

"I'll take you to the train station!" Quinto also sat up.

"No, I told you, our business should be kept secret, remember!" Robert said.

Quinto nodded and hugged him tightly. The two kissed deeply for a while, and Robert went downstairs and left.

Quinto got up from the bed, walked to the window, opened the curtains, watched Robert's leaving back, watched his car gradually go away, tears suddenly flowed out uncontrollably, for some reason, he had a feeling Bad feeling, he will never come again.

The world suddenly became empty...

Robert drove the car with a heavy sadness in his heart. He felt that he had gone too far on a dangerous road.In the past, his greatest satisfaction was to fight the enemy bravely, and he kept suppressing himself, not daring to face the fact that he was a gay. Kunto's initiative ignited the fire of instinct hidden in his body, and he tasted what he thought he had all his life. The happiness you will not have is the same pride and satisfaction as conquering the enemy.

However, I am not an ordinary person, shouldering the legacy of my ancestors.In the past, his beliefs made him never hesitate to do anything, let alone feel guilty. However, he was very guilty for Quinto. Quinto gave himself his body and mind nakedly, and he, even Can't even tell him his real identity.Seeing him cry made his heart feel bad, but he couldn't make any promises to Quinto.

If this continues, I will sink deeper and deeper, and it is time to turn back.Didn't even say goodbye, Quinto will definitely be in pain, he can feel his pain, but sooner or later there will be a day, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, Quinto, let us remember the beauty of each other and forget each other from now on Bar.

The constant cutting and chaotic thoughts along the way made Robert forget the person in the trunk. When he was about to arrive at the train station, he remembered, so he drove the car to a remote place, put on gloves, and took Jacob He took out the trunk and fell to the ground.

Jacob had fallen asleep in the trunk when he was jolted awake.

Robert removed the cloth from his mouth.

"Where is this?" Jacob asked in a daze.

"Where your body was found." Robert replied coldly. When he saw him bullying Quinto, he felt murderous.

"Are you going to kill me? You damn pervert, there is a long line of people chasing you, can you kill it? Second-hand goods I played with, what treasure do you have?" Jacob said speechlessly. Obstruction, a burst of cursing.

Robert's face turned gray: "Boy, you are talking nonsense when you are about to die. I don't want to kill you if you can talk like that."

"Wow——" Robert took out a knife, stepped on Jacob's chest with his right foot, brought the knife close to his face, smiled sinisterly, widened his eyes, and said word by word: "Boy, I like it!" Nonsense, right? Then cut off the tongue first, then pick out the eyeballs one by one, then cut off the fingers one by one, and finally cut off the tendons..."

As Robert said, he gestured at the corresponding parts with the knife, looking very enjoying it. The chill of the blade invaded Jacob's skin, and his vicious and sinister eyes made him completely believe that this man could do anything.

"As for your boss, should you cut it off or keep it? Let me think about it..." This time, the tip of the knife picked at the zipper of Jacob's thigh: "Forget it, let's keep it, look at you No one is willing to take it, so let you think about it with your life, and enjoy it with your life!"

"Don't, don't, don't...Brother, you'd better kill me, I was talking nonsense just now, please give me a good time." Jacob was terrified by his description, life would be better than death, maybe that's it.

"You choose to die, no wonder I am." Robert calmed down, opened the trunk, took out a needle filled with drugs from the bag, inserted the needle, and took out another drug.

He cut the rope around his wrist, put the needle into his hand, pointed the gun at his head, and said with a smile: "Do it!"

Jacob had no choice, and he didn't dare to curse anymore, so he picked up the needle, trembling, and was about to plunge it into his arm, when he suddenly raised his head: "Brother, can I leave a last word?"

Robert was a little surprised, this kid, what last words do you want to leave, do you still expect me to convey them to his mother?

"I'll give you 2 minutes." He replied lightly, as if he had nothing to do with him.

"Quinto..." Jacob caught Robert's attention as soon as he opened his mouth: "I really love him, please...love him well and protect him. His heart is sensitive and fragile, and he can be easily hurt. It's a pity that I never have the chance to be nice to him again...the only thing I can't let go of... is him, and I have no regrets in dying for him!"

After speaking, he stuck the needle into his arm, injected all the medicine, and threw away the needle.

Robert snapped the rope at his ankle, and he staggered to his feet, took a few shaky steps, and bumped into a utility pole.

He had never taken drugs before, and the dose was more than three times the normal human body, which made him extremely uncomfortable. He vomited while holding the electric pole, and then desperately hit his head on the electric pole, shouting in a daze: "Quinto, I love you. You! Please, give me one more chance..."

Jacob quickly fell into a coma, and within 10 minutes, he stopped breathing.

Robert waited until Jacob was not breathing before driving away. Originally, killing this man, he thought he would feel better, but his last words actually made him even more depressed. He almost drove the car back and gritted his teeth. , or drive to the train station.

Sorry, Quinto, I can no longer take care of you in this life!

Kunto stared blankly at the window for a long time, until it was dusk, he felt cold all over his body, and returned to the bed, shivering under the quilt.

The next morning, my roommate came back and found that he had a high fever. He was rushed to the hospital and stayed for a week before he fully recovered.

Back in the dormitory, the flowers Robert sent had withered. He picked them up and was about to throw them away, but found another stack of money under the bouquet. He couldn't help feeling sad. Could it be that in his heart, he could be bought by money? ?

It was a long time later that he heard that Jacob had passed away due to a drug overdose. It was the night when he was beaten by Robert. After humiliation, too depressed to try drugs.

Sure enough, Robert didn't come to see him again. He still studied hard, thinking that as time went by, he would forget him, but he didn't expect that the miss would become stronger day by day, like a rope, binding him tighter and tighter.Whenever he read the poem that Robert read to him, he would cry uncontrollably, and his heartache was so painful that it was hard to breathe. However, he just liked to read it repeatedly and indulged himself to think about him uncontrollably.In this way, a melancholy temperament was added to him, which attracted more suitors.