the sound of your name could silence my demons

It was just another work day for Gee. His 4th day of work, actually. Everything was going pretty well. Except the fact that he was almost homeless, not having the money to pay the rent and still starving to death. Everybody at the club loved him. He was the new main attraction. His boss didn’t bring up the discussion they had on his first day and that made Gee happy, cos he didn’t like being constantly reminded he had to make a decision. And a pretty important one. As good as it felt not to have to talk about it, he knew that he needed to know the details before giving his final statement.
After his show, he grew some balls and walked up to his bosses office. Hesitantly, he knocked on the door. The door suddenly opened, his boss standing there with a unreadable expression on his face.
”Have you made a decision?”
”Uhm.. no.. not really... yet.. I uhm have some quetions.”
”Oh, well, I was expecting this. Sure thing. Come, have a sit.”
”So... What do you wanna know?”
”I don’t really know where to begin... Will there be rules?”
”What kind of rules are we talking about?”
”Like uhmmm.. Do I get to refuse clients? They will have to use uhmm.. protection...right? Is there a risk of me .... abused?” Gerard gulped, scary thoughts running round his mind.
His boss looked at him, not knowing if Gerard was ready for this. He seems so fragile. But then, again, the money... Fuck it!
”Yeah all that stuff.. You’ll be uhhh.. safe!” he said faking a ’trustable’ smile.
Gerard had a bad feeling about this. He knew in a way that he was being lied to, but he decided not to show it.
”Well.. uhm... I’ll think about it.” He said and stood up, marking the end of the conversation.
”Yeah, sure, take your time... But you have to give me your decision till Monday.”
Gerard frowned a bit, but remembered he had to keep a straight face, not to show any of his thoughts.
”Goodnight..”
”Goodnight, Gerard.”
With that said, Gerard made his way to the backyard of the club to smoke a cigarette.
He got the pack out of his bag. As he opened it to get a cigarette, he noticed the warning saying ”Smoking kills.”
”So be it.” He said to himself.
He lit his cigarette and looked up to the sky. He always had a thing for the moon. It gave him a safe feeling.
He, then, moved his gaze on the old building ahead of him: the foster home.
He remembered about that boy and searched for his window, for his eyes.
When they finally locked eyes again it was like being able to breathe after being held underwater.
They just stood there and stared at each other for God knows how long. In any other circumstances it would be creepy as fuck to have a stranger staring at you, but they both found something romantic in it. It was like in those lame poems you have to write essays on, you know: the relation between the two lovers and the moon. But it was special for them, and they both needed it. Because they could get anything they desired from that stare. Nobody could ruin their dreams in that moment.

Notes

yeah..hey..uhm.. can somebody explain why y'all hate me? this story went from 10.0 to 9.4 really fast. what did i do wrong?
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