I look at him from across the table—the table that feels like miles away. Oh, Donald, my sweet, sweet Donald. How I wish I could be holding you instead of sitting on this hard chair. How I wish I could be listening to you speak about how you’ve been feeling emotionally instead of you talking about how you’ll be increasing the amount of I.C.E. agents in every state. How I wish …. We were together, like I’ve fantasized about for years; since the first day I met you.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOs5jl0VX2J
“Is that all?” one of his advisers asks him as he pauses, staring at something …. Staring at me?
My cheeks warm and I look at an empty spot on the wall, one where there aren’t any photos or posters of Hitler. Could he really be looking at me? Maybe he could read my face, tell what I was thinking. Does he like me back? Does he … love me?
“Sorry,” he says, in that deep, sexy voice that he always speaks in. “I’d also like to speak about the amount of McDonalds in every state.” I smile at this new topic, going straight back to staring at him dreamily. “I don’t think there are enough, and I’d like it to be the main food source for families. And don’t forget to raise the prices.” He coughs, and oh how I wish I could cup his cheek and rub his back to make sure he’s alright. His orange cheeks. I wonder if they taste like those sweet and juicy tangerines I had for breakfast.
That’s the only thing I can digest now, and I’m perfectly fine with it because they remind me of my lovely Donald.
“That should be all, and don’t forget to do your daily dose of being racist, sexist, transphobic, and homophobic.” Trump stands from his spot at the table shakily, when suddenly he goes into a fit of coughing.
“Mr. President!” one of his advisers shouts, grabbing him to help steady him. My face warms with jealousy as she continues touching him. That should be me. I should be touching him and making sure he’s okay. He should be leaning on me, staring me in the eyes, smiling at me as he thanks me for the help.
I look down at his hand that’s resting on her arm and notice a purple splotch … just like the one on Queen Elizabeth’s hand that was spotted just a while before she passed. No. No. This can’t be happening. My scrumptious Donald can’t be dying. He has so much to live for, so many things to do, and I … I need to tell him how I feel. I need him to know how loved he is.
I stand up from my seat just as he and his advisers leave the conference room. Today. Now. I’m going to take him away and tell him. The worst that will happen is he won’t share my feelings. But if it goes well …
My head gets dizzy at this new fantasy. One of us making love in his last days on earth. One where we eat tangerines every breakfast, lunch and dinner. One where we’re happy. Just the two of us.
I run out of the conference room, my old legs already sore. But I need to reach him. Now. My hand grabs his lower elbow and his head snaps back, our eyes meeting. I stare into those crystal blue balls for a second before dragging him towards an empty room. His advisers and other companions all stare at me with disgusted looks, surprised at the sudden change, but no one does anything to stop me. Not even Donald.
“W-where are you taking me, Joe?” he asks, a new nervousness in his voice as I drag him into the room, slamming the door behind us. I let go of his arm and spin around to face him, surprised at how flushed he is.
“I … I saw your hand,” I say, my voice shakier than usual. I didn’t know how hard it was gonna be to say this. I didn’t know how hard it was gonna be to look him dead in the eye and tell him these feelings I’ve been holding in for years now.
His eyes widen, and he shoves it behind his back. “S–so?” he asks, his tone defensive.
I bite my lip, my face warm, and a lump growing in my throat. “I just … I know what that means, a-and … I wanted to tell you something before you, y’know. Something I should’ve told you a long time ago.” I look at him and my heart flutters. His face is pink as he stares back at me. I take a deep breath and move one step closer, surprised that he stays in place and doesn’t move back. “I … I really should’ve told you this before, and I wish I didn’t wait till the last minute. A-and I know this isn’t the ideal place or situation, too, and you probably won’t feel the same way … but I hope you can at least listen.” I look up at him, pressing my lips together.
He nods slowly, hugging himself tightly. Oh, how I wish I could be doing that instead. “I … I’ll hear you out, Joe,” he says.
I nod and take another step forward. “Okay,” I sigh. “Here goes nothing. Donald J. Trump,” I say, as much love in my voice that there would be for those sweet tangerines. “For the longest time I-I’ve … I’ve had feelings that one probably shouldn't for their political opponent. But I don’t care about society's standards. I love you Donald. And I know you probably can’t give back these feelings, or even accept them, but I had to tell you before you … died.”
His eyes are brimming with tears and he seems to be shaking, but that might just be him shivering. Is it too cold? I should’ve turned up the heat before dragging someone who I knew was sick and vulnerable into this room.
He steps forward. Once. Twice. And then he’s in my arms. Our lips and bodies connect like two puzzle pieces that were always meant for each other. We were always meant for each other.
He breaks away from the kiss, and my heart falters for a moment, but then I realize he’s going to say something.
“Joe. Oh, Joe-chan. You don’t know how long I've been waiting for this. You don’t know how long I’ve been fantasizing over this. I love you so much, and I have since the day we first met.” His breath is hot against my skin, making my heart race 1 million times faster. This is happening. He loves me back. We’re holding each other. We just shared a kiss. My first kiss with the one person I love.
Our lips smash together once more, and his fingers dig into my back. I run my hands through his wispy white hair, neither of us caring about the chunks that fall out. None of that matters. Nothing at all, because we have each other now. Even if it’s for just a short while, we have each other. Until the end of time.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYZhrNyczdl
and then Add to home screen.