I Loved Beckett Kingsley for 15 Years
I loved Beckett Kingsley for fifteen years, and I was with him for five.
Yet Beckett Kingsley never made my identity public; to the outside world, I was only known as his lapdog.
I had a cold and a fever, yet Beckett Kingsley called, said he was drunk, and told me to pick him up from a bar.
When I arrived at the private room, all that awaited me was the mockery of a crowd and the indifferent gaze of Beckett Kingsley, who had his arm around the campus belle.
It was as if he would never love me.
But later, when I disappeared from his world completely.
Who, then, was that man clutching our only photo together, his eyes red from crying?