Eternal Sunshine

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Study of a Sibyl (recto),Raffaello Sanzio. 1511-12 Red chalk over Stylus, 262 x 167 mm British Museum, London

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Red -Love, Respect White - Purity, Innocence Pink -Appreciation, Admiration  Light Pink -Sympathy, Gladness  Yellow -Joy, Friendship Yellow with Red Tip -Friendship, Falling in Love Orange -Desire, Enthusiasm Peach -Sincerity, Gratitude Coral -Desire Lavender -Love at first sight, Enchantment Black -Death, Hatred Blue -The unattainable, The impossible/Possibly longing Rainbow - Unknown, Too many to convey

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Psyche Weeping

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Artist:  Kinuko Y. Craft

Date:  2009

Illustration from the book, Cupid & Psyche

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VERITY

[noun]

1. the state or quality of being true; accordance with fact or reality.

2. something that is true, as a principle, belief, idea, or statement.

Etymology: from Middle English < Latin vēritās, equivalent to vēr(us), “true”.

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That laugh. That laugh, that was something else. It had Stan smiling a little, even as he t ri ed to. Look casual. Not stupid. God he was so stupid and he just. 

This entire thing.

The color in Gary’s cheeks, his laugh and the warmth of it, that soft sigh after and the way he started suddenly when he realized that the light had turned green already, that apology for absolutely nothing. Laughing at something like that, he was ju st glad that Gary wasn’t looking at him like some kind of fucking idiot. 

And that laugh, that smile, there was a warmth in his chest even when he thought about that. Maybe he’d try to make Gary laugh more often. Yeah. yeah. 

God, he felt sick. 

Stan closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat and just. Breathed. Listened to the music and tried not to think about Gary and how nice he looked and how good he probably smelled and he didn’t let his thoughts drift anywhere beyond that because what the fuck was he even doing god damn it. 

He was starting to hope the movie was a short one, so he could just get home and avoid humiliating himself any further.

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The small, mountainous town was both a blessing and a curse, in the sense that it was relatively easy to get from place to place. There was only a few more minutes of driving to do until they'll reach the theater, so until then, Gary made sure to keep his breathing at bay, mentally discarding any sort of negative vibes. Like wiping a new slate, he wanted to make this to be a great afternoon for the both of them; to achieve that, he needed a healthy state of mind. Just breathe in, out. In, out. Like clockwork. 

No worries. Everything will go fine.

Parking was easy. Since they'd decided on an earlier time for the movies, not even half the parking lot was filled. Settling in a spot fairly close to the front entrance, Gary swiftly parked the car, briefly glancing around to make sure that he grabbed everything he needed before stepping out. Once he closed the door, he only had to wait a moment before he walked beside Stan, the harsh steps of their shoes crushing the slush and bits of snow still scattered along the street. With a shrug of his shoulders, Gary huddled further into his scarf, momentarily basking in the wonderous heat that his own breath made. A dart of his eyes allowed him to quickly check in on Stan. He seemed almost...indifferent. The only feature worth noting was the paled complexion of Stan's face, but that was probably natural. It suited him nicely though, like a stark contrast between his dark hair and bold eyes--

Before Stan could notice Gary's curious stare, he averted his attention forward toward the ticket booth, approaching the employee with a bright smile. As he reached for his wallet, he said, "Good afternoon; two tickets to American Sniper please." 

He could vaguely hear the employee mutter the final price, but that fact was regardless; swiftly handing over a 20 dollar bill, he waited patiently for the change, promptly putting both the extra cash and his wallet into his coat pocket. Afterwards, he said thank you to the employee, then turned to face Stan. "Here we go! One for me--" The blond paused so he could hand the ticket stub to the teenager. "--and one for you...hmm. We've got some time until the movie starts, but I'm gonna go get us some seats. You can get the snacks. Okay?"

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It was cold as balls and it wouldn’t stop snowing. As far as Stan could tell, they were stuck. Everybody else had fucked off for vacation, and made it out before the storm hit. Lucky them.

Meanwhile, Stan was trapped inside with the weird mormon kid who lived down the hall. They’d never really talked, never really payed each other much mind, and Stan wasn’t about to change that right then, no. He was working, trying to keep warm. 

It was hard. The power might not last, and they were cold as it was. Stan in his coat and hat, gloves, and at this point he was just shoving towels at the junction where the windows met the sills, trying to insulate that much better. And then just… Looking out the window. Out at the snow. It was.

Tranquil. Kind of beautiful. The snow falling in those huge clumps of flakes, occasionally smaller, individual ones- it was beautiful. He ended up smiling as he stared, lost in a bit of a trance until he heard his name. 

Oh.

Stan looked back over his shoulder, brows raised, and he. Oh. Right. Gary. What the hell. That was. God, Mormons were nice. He cleared his throat before speaking, “Uh, yeah, it’s no problem, man. Um…” He held up a towel. Shook it a little. “Want to help me uh. Seal things up? Or whatever?” Yeah.

Whatever.

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The offer actually made Gary perk up, an evidently happier expression lifting from his previously indifferent one. It wasn't the actual offer that made him excited. (Because, really. There wasn't anything too wonderful about boarding up windows with towels.) Rather, it was the fact that Stan actually wanted his help. He could have easily kept doing it himself, or just simply tell Gary to fuck off. But, no. He returned the kindness back to him. Gary appreciated that fact. 

"Uh, yeah! I can do that."

Unable to hide the smile, the blond got up to his feet with a heave of his legs, quickly adjusting his gloves before he walked over to the window. Accepting one of the towels, he aided Stan in the task of covering up any drafts, making sure with absolute precision that every crack was covered. It wasn't strenuous, not by a long shot, just rather,...tedious. It took a few minutes before both of the young men were satisfied with the final result, pausing so they could get a good look at the window as a whole.

It grew to the point, however, that Gary wasn't too sure what to do with himself. He helped, of course, so that was a good way to spend his time, but now that they were done with that, he felt sort of lost. He couldn't confide in Stan; they barely knew each other. Just a face he happened to pass every day in the hallway. 

But...then again. He couldn't stand the silence.

"I don't think I thanked you earlier for letting me stay here." He said, not entirely thinking beforehand. Before Stan could object or answer back, Gary continued on. "I really appreciate it. I know not everybody is open to meeting new people, so,...yeah. Thanks man."

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If only time flew like a dove Well God, make it fly faster than I'm falling in love

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He was alright. Stan was alright. Skinny and tired and worn from his time in rehab (where he really should have been right then but god damn they’d have to find him and drag his cold dead body back, at this point). It was hell, hell on earth. Tired and lonely and-

It was best not to think about it. It was best to smile with a snort, ssshake his head a bit. “A very nice style.” He looked down at his too-big sweater and t ugged at the sleeves a bit, just, pushing them up. Not too far. “I don’t really have a style, man. Now you." He turned his head to smile at Gary. Wink and do a little fingergun. Eyy. "You’ve got style. That mormon swag.”

Did he really just say that?? Did  h e?? Oh holy sh it. Stan gave an internal g ro an and worked a hand over his face with a s igh. Don’t. Fucking look at him. ” Al right. Yeah. Sounds good, man. I’m… Probably going to get some candy and stuff. Skipped lunch.” Too nervous, he’d already thrown up immediately after finishing their little chat and he felt ssick again already. Thi s was hell. Absolute hell. Absolute beautiful blissful hell. 

It was hard not to glance at the other every five seconds. Instead he just le an ed forward and switched the radio on. Let’s listen to some music instead of letting Stan run his mouth anymore.

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That mormon swag. 

Just the wink alone was enough to get Gary grinning even wider, but the additional remark caused a sudden laugh to escape him, an uncontrolled, honest laugh that made him bow his head down. A hand subconsciously flied up to cover his mouth, muffling the laugh until he was able to catch his breath. He didn't mean to laugh so loudly, but Stan was just so endearing that he couldn't help himself. In fact, it was nearly impossible not to laugh.

A rush of color flooded to his cheeks as he lifted his head once more, now releasing a content sigh. He didn't often laugh like that...it was nice, though. It helped ease the anxiety in his chest.

"Oh, man. I'm sorry Stan, I didn't mean to laugh; I promise." Gary said once he composed himself once again. "It's just, the way that you-- ah, crap--"

Shit. He was too busy goofing off to notice that the light had already turned green. Before any of the cars behind him could start honking, he promptly began driving once more, picking up speed as they traveled along the main road. There's a temptation to continue talking, and at one point Gary even opened his mouth to initiate a conversation, but he saw Stan's hand turn up the music, so he forced himself to stay quiet, instead focusing on the road. In the back of his mind, he already found himself thinking about how he probably messed up. Most likely upset Stan-- God, just that thought alone made his stomach churn. He hated upsetting people...he'll make it up though. He'll treat him to the movies and everything will be fine. Things usually worked out in the end. Or, so he hoped.