I woke up very late at night, practically in
the morning but it was still very dark. Out of instinct, I headed to the
kitchen and drank some water, somehow exhausted after sleeping for a couple of
hours. Some of the water spilled onto the floor but I didn’t clean any of it. I
was too tired to do it, maybe too lazy.
Walking towards my room, I found myself
looking out the window on the living room. The rain was pounding the glass with
an extraordinary force, not stopping for a second. Outside it was still pitch
black and nothing could be seen except the light of a couple of streetlights
covered in the haze. Somehow, that sight proved fascinating but not because it
was extraordinary or something like that. It just reminded of something a long
time ago, somewhere else.
He had been removing rocks and dirt until he
found it, a shoebox that didn’t look like much but had a small treasure inside.
The directions he had received had been correct and now he could finally
complete his mission, a very strange one that had been commended by someone he
loved deeply. He put the box on a bag to protect it from the rain and ran
towards his car. At first, the machine wouldn’t start but it finally did and he
was en route to his lover, prepared to see the look on his face when he
received the box.
He called the man and arranged for them to
meet on a restaurant. After all, they didn’t really want their families to know
and it was going to be much more fun to do it in a public place, with a some
eyes looking at them and not even knowing what was going on. He arrived at the
restaurant first; a little too wet, and decided to ask for a tea to warm up.
The bag with the box was next to him and he had decided not to open it to see
its content. He wanted to see Lee’s face when he showed it to him.
Time went by fast. He ordered another tea and
then something to eat and finally the check. He had been waiting for three
hours and Lee had never arrived. He felt sad, a little bit betrayed, and knew
that all his effort and, a very probable flu, had not being enough for him to
show how much love he had for Lee. When he got home, his mother asked him where
he had been all day but he didn’t really answer, only grunting and heading
straight to his room. He even put on the lock and turn off the lights.
There was no way he was going to sleep well
that night. He hadn’t received a call or a message or anything from Lee and he
was determined not to do anything because he was the one who had made a great
effort to make Lee happy so at least he deserved to receive a call explaining
why he had alone at the restaurant all night.
The next day, Lee went to work and there he
did receive a first message. It was an audio message so he had to put on the
headphones he kept in his backpack and try to listen to the message fast,
before someone came in to annoy him. At first he didn’t really understood
anything. He raised the volume and tried to hear but then someone came and
scared him, making him drop his cellphone, which got disconnected from the
headphones and started yelling the message for everyone to hear. He was very
fast, grabbing it and turning it off, but not fast enough as everyone in the
room was watching towards his cubicle. The person that had come to ask him
something, left without any more words.
The message was short. It was Lee crying and
telling him that he loved him and that his parents had discovered their
pictures kissing on the computer. He didn’t explain how that had happened but
he was crying a lot and that was why the message couldn’t be understood in a
lower volume.
He was sad to hear that Lee was sad and even
thought of visiting him but he knew his family would not allow that. After all,
they were the kind to go to church every Sunday without fail and they
celebrated every single day of the Holly Week and Easter and the days leading
to Christmas. They were really obsessed with their children having a religious
education and strong background. They believe that it gave them a strong moral
compass. So that’s why discovering those pictures had been such an awful thing
for them. It mean they were failing.
So there was no way to see Lee. And,
ironically or not, he missed his kisses and his hands and his body. He missed
the fact that he was a little more sensitive than he was but also much wittier
and he didn’t even know it. He was the kind of person that would be ashamed if
someone else called them “smart” or “funny”. He didn’t like to be in the
spotlight at all, preferring to be the one behind the scenes.
That phrase is actually pretty accurate
because that’s how he met Lee, behind the scenes. He had gone to see this play
a friend had recommended and he had never been a big fan of theatre. It bored
him deeply every single time so in the intermission he decided to explore
around and just look for something fun to do. The exploration served him well
as he found a very busy Lee trying to fix some problem with a prop that
wouldn’t stand up. He helped him put of boredom and at the end he was already
enthralled.
He had liked his kind face, his voice that was
very soft but not acute and the fact that he was there, on the background, all
alone. He knew only someone really interesting would be there. They exchanged
phone numbers and that was it.
They only talked many days after that, when he
found Lee’s number again and decided it would be nice to have someone to go to an
exhibition on a museum he had to attend because of his work. The idea was to
have someone to have fun in a place where he knew he would get bored. But Lee
was a box full of surprises. He was actually very interested in the subject
matter of the exhibition and explained him how everything worked and what it
all meant. So it was much more interesting that he had thought before hand and
he was able to know more about the guy that kept entering his brain when he
wasn’t aware.
They met several times in the following months
and then he asked Lee If he wanted to be his boyfriend. Lee accepted but
explained his family situation to him, which didn’t made any difference at all,
not back then in any case. They had been together for some months until the
parents found four innocent pictures of the two guys kissing and then they
treated their own son like a prisoner, not letting him out. He worked from
home, writing for a magazine, so he kept his work and they kept paying him but
they didn’t know what was happening with him.
Lee did not have many friends but those few he
had tried to enter his house several times and they succeeded on some of them.
They were able to tell him what had been going on outside and ask him if he
wanted something from the outside. His parents had removed any device from his
room so he took the chance to write a letter to him and give to his friend for
her to take it to him. It was the only way.
She was a very kind person who he did not know
very well but one day she called him and arranged a meeting. She told him
everything about Lee and what he was going through and, after some hesitation;
he gave the letter to him. After he read it, he was crying profusely, not
knowing what to do or where to go. He felt very lost and insecure. He felt
nothing made sense anymore. He wanted to fight everyone himself and let them
see what he was capable of but the letter had been very clear: nothing would
work.
The relationship ended and Lee transformed
into a faceless god that I see every single time this kind of storm unleashes
all its strength against the world. I remember wanting to be like the storm,
going against everything in order to get what I wanted. But Lee is a part of my
past. Almost a year has gone by and I don’t know anything about him and I think
its better that way. Maybe he hasn’t been freed or maybe he was sent somewhere
else. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s now free and doesn’t want me to see him ever
again.
I don’t care. He had a special place in my
heart. And his treasure is still there, in the top shelf of my closet, waiting
to be opened.