Gemme: I love youMature

I hugged the painting to my chest tightly. I loved this one, it had soul, character. The fact that Luca had no idea about soul made me dislike him just a little. But I felt his anger rise and I didn’t know how to calm him down. I could use my powers, but I didn’t know how to use them to calm him. So when we were inside I placed the painting down and turned to him. “I’m sorry about them; I have already been lectured about Ben when I did it.” I sighed, trying to use a calm tone of voice and hoping it would rub off on him. He was silent and I wasn’t sure why. So instead I wrapped my arms round him and he hugged me back silently.

I then pulled back just a little to kiss him, hoping it would calm him as my lips glided over his. “Luca, what calms you down? If you tell me, I can help.”

“I dunno. Drugs...I dunno.” Well, I wanted to help you become less dependent on drugs; even if that means becoming more dependent on me.

“Is that all, you mean, I can do...nothing?” I stammered, I wasn’t quite sure what to say, I want to help him and he’s saying I can do...nothing.

“Well I don’t know do I?” His temper flares and I step back a little. “I’ve not done anything except drugs and fighting and variations on those for the last four, five years of my life.” He snaps and I take another step. He sighs, “I’ve not really given much thought to what else might work.”

“I’m sorry.” I whispered back.


“That I can’t help you,” I look up from the ground, finding myself looking straight into his eyes.

“You’re clever. Improvise.” I nodded, reaching up to kiss him softly.

“I’ll try,” I murmured, my arms on his waist as I pulled him in for a deeper kiss. His hands balled into fists on my back, though he returned the kiss. Despair lined my voice as I pulled back a little, whispering to him. "It is not working..." He flattened his hands, holding me against him. I looked into his eyes, despair was reflected in mine. I knew it, I could feel it.

Sighing, he closed his eyes for a moment before leaning back in to kiss me, his body relaxing slightly. I kissed him softly, briefly, moving my hands from his side to his chest. I could feel his heart thud slightly beneath one of them. I looked up at him again, trying to put a smile on my face as he relaxed, but I still felt something was wrong.

“Sorry,” he murmured and I shook my head gently.

“All I want is to help you Luca.” I whispered softly, “I want you to become less dependent on drugs, even if that means...” I know you know what’s coming, “you become more dependent on me.” I smiled weakly, “I want to help you, with your temper.”

"I'm not dependent on drugs, I just like them," he lied weakly.

"I don't know why you have to lie to me either."

"I'm not lying, I do like them."

"But you said you're not dependent on them. Then why do you keep going back to them, you crave them? You can heal your body, but you can't heal your mind!" My voice was still a whisper, even though I tried to plead with him to understand.

His face turned into a mask of unhappy awkwardness. "It's just like a... automatic response. You're not the first to tell me I should give up drugs and you're not the first I've said it to... Sorry," he mumbled, dodging my question.

"But I want to do something! I want to... I know..." I paused, looking to the floor then back again, "we'll go to England."

"Wha- why?"

"My father was just like you. If I can't help you, perhaps we can. It'll be like a holiday."

"Yeah, and what happened to your dad?"

"He's living in our old house, he's quite solitary now that mum passed away... in fact, he used to be a lot like you did. He used to take drugs and...Beat me, but now he's changed! He's changed so much!"

He swallowed nervously, dropping his hands from my back down to his sides, "and what did it take to make him change so much?"

"The realisation that I was the only one he had, that he had to change, or else he wouldn't just take his life, he'd destroy mine too." I paused, my voice sullen, "I was always stubborn like that."

"Yeah well, I already know you're the only thing in my life that's any good."

"But, I can help! I know, somehow like father I can turn your life around."

"Is it really gonna take a trip half way across the world to do it?"

"I want you to meet him, but if you don't want to..." I shrugged, mustering a smile, my hands not dropping from his chest.

He closed his eyes for a moment, his mind muttering to itself 'C'mon, you've moved town and changed so many things the last couple of months that one trip to a godforsaken bog on the other side of the world won't hurt!' He opened his eyes again and nodded, biting slightly on his lower lip.

I hit his chest hard. "That's my home town!" I growled.

"Huh?" he muttered, apparently not bothered by me hitting him.

"That 'bog' you referred to be my home country." I snarled, but erased it with a sigh. "But it is unfair of me to ask such a thing of you, I'm sorry."

"You weren't meant to hear that," he mumbled. "I'll go. Not like there's any reason for me to stay here apart from you," he shrugged.

"Well I did, you should be careful." I sighed. "For now, I need to rest. It may be early but... I feel awfully tired, too much, in one day." Too many conflicting emotions, it played hell on my power.

"Yeah, okay."

I moved closer to him, my hands still resting on his chest. "I love you,, so much." I whispered,

"I love you too," he smiled slightly, linking his hands behind me again. I looked up at him and reached up on my tip toes, kissing his forehead, my eyes closing as my lips made contact with his skin.

When I opened my eyes again, his smile had widened and the anger had disappeared from his eyes. "Shorty," he muttered under his breath. I hit his chest again, diverting my eyes from his to the floor as I held back hitting him again... I'm not that short... Gently, he made me lift my head back up without moving his hands from where they rested in the small of my back. He brought his lips down on mine softly, still smiling.

I mirrored his actions, smiling and kissing him back. "Never leave." I whispered, my arms reaching round to his back, me my head resting on his chest.

"I wasn't planning on it," he murmured.

"Good, because I don't know what I would do if you did," I closed my eyes again,

"Be sane, most likely."

I hugged him tightly, as tight as I could and he did the same, so our embrace brought us close together. "No, no... No." I whispered the repeating getting louder and louder as I shook my head. "No! If anything I would be insane! If you left me I would have nothing. Certainly no faith or will.”

"Then I guess we have something to thank those anti-zodiac fuckwits for then," he smiled, kissing the top of my head.

“Oh?" I whispered, his kiss calming me down almost instantly.

"We'd never have met if it weren't for them."

"Yes, I guess you're right." I nodded in agreement.

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