Gravity vs Love (But they Both Have a Pull)
Whoever said "love makes the world go 'round" was an idiot. At least, Alex thought so. Love didn't do shit about the spinning of the earth. that was the fault of gravity, inertia, and the vacuum of space leaving them spinning and catalyzing both their lives and their deaths.
So, no, love didn't make the world go round.
But, he'd found it did make it worth the ride.
He'd gone through lots of tough times. First when his grandmother had passed away in the hospital right in front of him, the golden chain with the cross pendant in her cold, clammy hand, the last thing she'd ever given to him, that he always wore to keep her close. Then when his parents had found out he was gay, not kicking him out but not welcoming him, taking his love for them and twisting it into a knife to stab him in the back. there were too many others to list.
But that love he'd had for his grandmother and for his parents was still there in his heart, burning like a frozen flame, dancing with mirth and fear and fury and hope. And he’d hoped it wouldn't leave for the rest of his life.
That love, always there but always in the background, overshadowed by the love given to and fro between his bandmates, the people who were more of a family to him than the ones who should've been, the people who loved him unconditionally.
So when he lay in the back of the ambulance, gut wrenched with pain, hands clasped with Luke's and Reggie's, the lines between that horrible pain and the furious love in his heart blurred, like a spiderweb of passion and stabbing hurt.
He still had so much love to give, so many more lives to touch, and now that opportunity was being taken from him.
He reached the dark room. He knew he'd died, and he felt stupid, mourning his own death. But he did. He did, because he never got to give all the love trapped inside him, never got to make up with his parents, never got to hug his band one last time, never got to tell his little siblings goodbye.
So he sat in the dark and cried.
