I met him by chance—and everything changed.
Pain and grief are a constant part of my life nowadays, all made worse by my untreated depression. When I’m forced out of bed to go to a party with my sister, I meet Caesar—and everything changes.
Caesar is flamboyant, social, and fun to be around. He shows me what I’ve been missing, both in and out of bed, and for the first time in years, I feel alive again.
But my depression’s getting worse. Not to mention the fact that I fancy someone else. This thing with Caesar is just fun. Until it isn’t.
March 3, 2017
I’d known it before going out, but if my sister put her mind to something, she could be quite the force. So now I sat here, in a corner all by myself, since I didn’t know any of Mathilda’s friends. Mathilda herself had abandoned me.
There was only lager to be had, too, and I hated lager.
If I was going to drink in the first place, I wanted something stronger, but it seemed all of Mathilda’s friends preferred the nastiness that was lager.
“Here.” A bottle was thrust in front of me.
I blinked in surprise, then looked from the bottle to the person offering it. He was my age, with a long, slim body encased in skinny jeans and a thin vest. His arms were toned, and an obscure, black tattoo covered one of his shoulders. He also wore bracelets of all kinds of colours around his wrists and a simple necklace from which a faux razorblade dangled. Another tattoo adorned his collarbone, but the vest covered it so I couldn’t read what it said.
“You look a little lonely.” He grinned, waving the bottle in front of my face. “Can’t have that, now can we?”
I blinked again, surprised at so suddenly being spoken to when I’d been ignored for the better part of two hours. Not to mention being spoken to by someone as gorgeous as he was. He could very well challenge my mate Adam for best-looks-of-the-year.
I grabbed the offered bottle and took a long sip. I couldn’t tell what it was, but it burned going down, so it had to be something strong. “Cheers, mate.” I took another sip for good measure, before handing it back.
“I’m Caesar.” He sat down next to me on the sofa and held out his hand.
“Matt.” I shook it. His handshake was firm and cool, and his hand lingered a little longer in mine than strictly necessary. I didn’t mind.