Chapter 1
Whizzer dragged his knees up as far as he could in his weakened state, draping his arms over them and hunching down. His shoulders shook with the force of his sobs as months— maybe even years— worth of pent up emotions forced themselves out all at once.
He knew that he had no right to do this— to wheedle his way back into this fucked up yet beautiful family, to form friendships with people that he thought he would never have a chance with, to be a part of this family and then just die, and drag Marvin down with him. He had been the one to ruin this family in the first place. But they had managed to piece themselves back together— Marvin had developed an amazing relationship with his son, he and Trina had become friends, Mendel and Trina were happily married, and the four of them had found companionship in the Lesbians. Then Whizzer had forced his way back into it. And now he was going to leave it again.
With Marvin.
His sobs came harder as that thought forced its’ way to the front of his brain. Marvin. Marvin. The man that he had hated so, so much at first. The man who he had fucked for an entire month, forcing away any other feelings that developed in that time. The man who he had been unfaithful and horrible to for an entire nine months after that. The man who, despite everything, he was finally in a healthy relationship with. The man who he loved with all his heart.
The man who he had given a fatal disease to.
Against all logic, he had hoped that somehow Marvin hadn’t contracted this disease. He had prayed that Marvin wouldn’t die, that he’d be able to see his son grow old, see his family age with him and die once he was old and ready and accepting— all the things that Whizzer had wanted to do. But Whizzer wasn’t stupid. He knew that the bags under Marvin’s eyes, the increasing thinness and the itching weren’t just from him wearing himself down.
No, Marvin was getting sick.
And it was all his fault.