Mutilator from the Grave

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Author: P M Thomas
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whole year and still there was no differences made, their love showed no signs of ending soon or later. Despair was overtaking him, and when that happened, he did the only solution to fix his problems, he drank until the pain ceased, and that night like every other was no different.
     
    The hopeless romantic sat in his regular spot, drinking his regular glass of vodka, basked in the same regular lively environment while sticking out like the odd one out, drowning in his own wallowing self pity.
    A familiar voice called out to him, referring to him by his name, Egor. It was strange hearing his name mentioned, it gave him the illusion that he really was a human being like all the rest and not some discarded reject.
    The cool and slick looking guy who had a swagger and edge to him sat on the other seat. He was the closest Egor would ever get to having a friend. He often wondered why someone who had the confidence and the charms to pull any woman at the club would spend his nights talking to someone who belonged in a nightmarish wax museum.
    Egor wondered if it was to increase his friend's image to the opposite sex, making himself appear even more desirable in comparison to the guy seated on the other end. Maybe he took pity on the poor, lonesome wretch, felt an obligation to look out for him like a big brother towards his more vulnerable younger sibling.
    It didn't really matter, beggars could not be choosers, he appreciated the support of Alyosha, at least he had someone to speak to and share his woes with, it helped ease his torment slightly, he deeply needed some kind of relief from his pain, and tonight of all nights, he would be getting a release from his suffering and something much more.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Alyosha could see his friend was looking more glum than usual, his long sagging face had dropped even lower than it could.
    He did the brotherly thing and asked what was bothering Egor tonight, the same old thing he assumed, still having trouble getting laid. He had promised to find someone who would be willing to sleep with him, he may have had no luck so far but there had to be a woman out there who could look past appearances and see beauty within. Finding one like that was a rarity in this day and age, but there had to be at least one.
    Egor opened up to his friend, confiding in him as he did before and would likely be doing for years to come.
    He explained his current pressing troubles, he had found the girl of his dreams, he would give anything to share the romance to end all romances with her, to show her that behind his beastly visage was a handsome soul yearning to be freed. If only she wasn't already taken with someone he could only call “the perfect man”.
    They were inseparable, they spent every day and every night together, he could attest to it as he had been prying into their love, watching their every affectionate moment, fantasizing in his mind that it was him and her doing all those romantic things, living to the fullest with their prosperous love in full motion.
    His romances were always reserved to his wildest imagination, there he could be desirable and loved without any prejudice, without any risks of facing any rejection. If only reality could have been like a fantasy.
    Egor wept under his thin hands, his cries masked by the pumping sounds of the club music, his troubles invisible to the patrons all enjoying their lives, having no time to fret over the problems of others.
     
    It wasn't fair, why was he the only man on the face of the earth that was denied such a beautiful gift, he valued it greater than any other and would cherish it for years on end, he would make it last a lifetime.
    He was not like those who took it for granted and did not appreciate the bountiful riches they were graced with. Why were they entitled to it and not him, it was maddening, every time he dwelled on it, he was pushed closer to the brink of despair.
    His friend patted him on the shoulder,

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