CHAPTER 22

Laura Anthony

Simon said that this song represented how he felt when we were teenagers, when he didn't have the courage to come out. So he wrote these lyrics dreaming of one day playing them for me, when he became a successful singer. I had no right to question or demand anything about his career. It was his plan, it was what he loved to do. No one should give up their dreams for anyone.

— I'm out of breath, Little One. I haven't been able to breathe since yesterday. And it has nothing to do with my illness. It has to do with the fact that I don't exist without you.— He put the guitar down on the floor and leaned it against the wall and ruffled his hair in the way that was my undoing.

Shit Simon! I ran to him and threw myself on his neck. My legs wrapped around his waist and I hugged him tightly, feeling my body heat up. His lips grazed my neck and took my mouth in an overwhelming way. There was urgency and desperation in that kiss.

—Don't leave me, Laura! Please do not leave me! I