And just like that Devine stayed a year in jail from a crime he never committed. Did he regret? No. Did he miss being outside? Sometimes. He was okay for having no visitors, no more lucky twenties for them since the incidence. He was happy being inside a box with just him and Vion.
Well, and the books he was being provided by the guards since it's been a long time since he refused to go out of their cell.
"What's your story?" Asked Vion one day, sitting on his bench, legs crossed. Peacefully. Meditating.
"Dude, it's been a year without your curiosity how about ten more?" Replied Devine getting his head raised from his book.
"You... You're not like me. Us" Said Vion after he opened his eyes and focused on Devine.
"And yet we are here sharing a prison cell" Said Devine with a mischevious laugh.
"Come on. You know all about me... It's only fair that I get to know you" Insisted Vion seriously.
"I'm afraid my story will disappoint you"
"I'm very easy to please"
"Don't get excited"
"Already am" Replied Vion un-crossing his legs to sit properly facing Devine who was fidgeting for some reason.
"Took a fall for my brother" Said Devine at last.
"That's so you"
"It wasn't a sacrifice"
"He set you up?"
"I like to call it 'fate'" Said Devine with a small smile, "There was no helping things for a different result"
"I see the system is still fucked up out there"
"No... Maybe not in my eyes" Replied Devine staring at the bars and the narrow corridor before him, "I just chose to come in here. It's quieter and peaceful in here, don't you think?"
"What did he do?"
"Just hormonal boys' stuff... They just were unlucky that he had a knife and a tie on him or it would've been him dead"
"How many?"
"Seventeen" Replied Devine with a shrug like he didn't care but, he did. He was wiser now so, he knew better.
No matter how much time his brother is going to delude himself that he got away with it and outsmarted him, that's how much he'll get stuck in the guilty ring. It's a soul tormenting experience. So, yeah maybe Devine is the bad guy after all.
"You're okay" Came Vion's distance voice before Devine felt Vion's hands circling him. He unconsciously spaced out.
"Why did we have to be so stupid?" Asked Devine to nobody in particular, he was just done with the family, society and how much they neglect to see... "Why do we need respect and fear so much from other people? Why do we have to dominate? He was a good boy even father said so..."
"You're a good boy"
"No, I'm not! I hate their rules, I hate social functions, I hate being compared to people, I hate living their dreams... I'm not a toy, I'm human too. I have my own life!"
"Can I kiss you?"
"Fuck no!" Croaked Devine, pushing Vion away not even trying to hide how his comment was funny and unexpected, "You could have said that I was practically rambling"
"I'm serious. I want to kiss you"
"So, you want me to play bitch?"
"I just want to kiss you"
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then I won't"
"No silent night deaths?"
"I thought we were pass that"
"Why?"
"Because, I have the urge to just claim you or something. So, can I kiss you?"
"I'm not yours to claim"
"But, I am yours... I want you to know and believe that I can do anything for you, no questions asked"
"Even if I want you to kill yourself?" Asked Devine, eyes like a psychopath and Vion didn't take a second to retrieve his razor blade and went for his veins.
"Stop! Are you crazy? And why do I always have to get hurt when I'm with you!" Shouted Devine bewildered after stopping Vion's suicide.
Was that even what love was all about?.
In love with a psychopath, Devine couldn't get over the tittle in his head.
"Can I kiss you?" Vion asked Devine again and this time he seemed so, pitiful. Desperate.