We're Just Normal Men Novels & Stories

I said, trying to sound normal. All he said was, “We need to talk.”

“There is a difference.” My throat felt tight again. “You make it sound simple,” I whispered. “It is simple,” he said. “You are the one making it complicated.” I stared at him. “We are both going to get things wrong,” he said. “That is normal.” “And you are okay with that?” I asked. “I am okay with figuring it out with you,” he corrected. That hit deeper than I expected. I looked down at our hands, then back at him. “You really are not normal,” I murmured.

We looked at each other and the air got charged again and I could feel him getting hard under me and my body was sore but also very interested. "Not yet," I said, even though I wanted to. "Not yet," he agreed. I stood up from his lap and he adjusted himself and we both took a breath. "This is crazy," I said. "What is?" "This. Us. Everything. We has sex four times last night and I just found out you've wanted me all these time and we're sitting here like it's normal." "It's not normal." "No. It's really not." "But it's us." "Yeah. It's us."

There was just us. ------------------------------------------

It felt like… like we were finally being treated like humans. Alex stared at the message. He thought about how long it had taken to get here. The fear. The anger. The fatigue. And he realized something: Ordinary was not the absence of struggle. Ordinary was the presence of stability. The bond pulsed—steady. Alex stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the city. People moved through their lives. No one was shouting. No one was marching. No one was waiting for a hero. They were living.

The rain had already stopped, but my heart had turned to ash. My phone kept buzzing. I knew it was Jason without even having to look. In the decade I had been married to him, I had no friends except a few wives of wealthy men I had gotten to know for the sake of his career. I walked along the road for more than ten minutes. Suddenly, brakes screeched beside me. A moment later, the window of a black jeep rolled down. A deep voice came from inside. "Get in."

I'm grateful for the government of the day and for this opportunity to hear from the people but we shouldn't open our doors and our ears to hear crabs and nonsense from gangsters. He spoke so calmly due to his age as he stretched his hands to Jefsexy and his crew. “How on earth do you ever imagine a man fucking a man and it seats down well with you?." “The anus isn't meant for fucking but for you to used it for your damned poop.” “ It's so irritating and disgusting when ever I hear a man will have the audacity to fuck a fellow man man.” Mr. Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually.

Normalising what happened to me. We are what we are because of people like each other, and we exist because of one another. Both on opposite ends, yet the outcomes are always the same. Humans devoid of real feelings and empathy that cannot function like normal people. Neither of us can ever have a normal life or a normal relationship, we don’t play by the healthy rules and guidelines, he just reminded me of that.

No court. Just moonlight. Just us.

“S​omething normal. G‍rocery sh⁠opp‌ing. Park. B‍oring domesti‍c t‌hings.‌” ⁠“That sounds perfect.” And it d⁠oe⁠s. Per​fect in its mun⁠danity. In its realness. In its this-is-our-life​-now comp‍leteness. We’re not th‌e couple from four years ago.​ The desperate artist and b‌roken divorcee. We’re​ differ⁠ent now. Weathe‍re‌d. S⁠tronger. Rea‌l.