joe believed he is cursed.

hatred swells between his teeth, dripping like sweet morning dew. the almighty father had made his life a pebble. to be skipped to some lake. but for having a son, he thanked him. for the forgiveness bestowed upon him. for he wouldn't have grown to this if not. he wouldn't be shrewd enough, to rid god's blessed children.

joe is that guy. a lover boy. a stalker. a husband. a father. a lover. a paramour. a cheater. a scammer. a goddamn dexter. well touché. mental? he don't care, cause that's him caring. and now he have a mask? oh love, that means he's in love. that is him safekeeping.

he had gone to the upper east side. los angeles. london. gone back to woodsboro. but still no you. he still couldn't find you. you who's always there at the corner of his eye at the back of the chemistry class. the apple of his eye since 1996. his true love. so he goes back to new york city. and there you are, my love. with sidney all these damn time.

looks like lady luck is on his side this time but no goddess eleos to wash away the taste clinging on his teeth he had to bare for you. you that is staring at him like a lamb staring at a wolf. your palm at his chest, pushing firmly, pleading furiously, praying fiercely. you are staring at him like he's an animal.

"you can't just walk away!" joe shouts, his breaths coming out in harsh bursts, trying oh so desperately to keep the lid of his bottled emotions bringing water works to his eyes, "okay, i'm sorry— not every man you let into your life is a bad guy that you can't trust—"

grabbing your arm, spinning you around to face him, wincing at his own action, making his hand tremble and briefly let go. our voice rising, our faces souring holding back each other. "but i am someone who shows up when you need me! i'm here— right here!"

but he knew that's a pretty white lie. you don't need him. he needs you. "there's not a line in the world that i wouldn't cross for you."