Dearest Gups,
I would never reject you.
Mum and dad behaved abominably towards Brent (and me) and most of my
friends weren't much different. I came to your flat, didn't I? You
were the only person I felt I could trust (except for gran) Mark
just couldn't get over the whole gay thing. He felt so uncomfortable
with Brent. He wasn't actively hostile but he wasn't accepting
either. And after Brent killed himself, Mark just wasn't there for
me. So only you and gran are left.
The worst is that Brent
would still be alive today if I'd helped him. I had the money. I
was just too tight-arsed. Too stupid.
He was the great love of
my life you know. There'll never be anyone like him again. Never.
He was my soulmate. It didn't matter that he was from a different
class, that he had the “wrong” accent, that he hadn't been to the
right schools. But I let my own stupidity rule me at a critical
time. It's only right that I pay for it.
I've met some really
great ppl here, Gups. Two “blokes” as they all say here. One's
called Luigi. The other's called Keith. And a girl called Esmé. I
never thought I would make such close friends so quickly. But Ozzies
are very friendly. There! You know I'm in Australia. And
obviously, that's why (or one of the reasons why) gran is coming to
visit. But whatever you do, don't tell mum and dad. Or Mark. I
just don't want to see them now. Maybe one day. But not for a long
time.
Jace
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