Long Live

[John Miller]

"I liked what you did..." Annabelle confessed, while playing with her beer can in her hands. "Not having sex with me and all? It was cool..."

"Cool?!" John said, amazed and confused. "How could you think is cool that I rejected you?"

"You did it for a girl you love. I like you, John, but I do not like you. You're just a good friend and a great sex mate. There is someone I love... You don't know him and I seriously hope you never will get to meet him. But anyway... The thing is, I am sure he would have never done something like that for me... Leave a girl, who was all hot and ready and lustful for him, just out of love for me... Men usually don't do it."

"Guess I am a stupid man then, huh..." he said, before finishing his drink and ordering one more.

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"That was incredible, dolly..." Gideon said, while he was getting dressed. He walked to Claire, who was sitting on the couch and gave her a kiss on the lips. "We should do it again some time..."

[Claire Standish]

"I doubt we will..." Claire said, turning her head to the side. She started putting her cloths back on, starting with her pants and bra, feeling a big emptyness inside. Damn, this man had shaken her world apart. He had not only been amazing at sex, but he was also so beautiful and so special that she knew she would probably never forget him. But he was a Muggle... And she didn't belong next to him.

[John Miller]

"I really wish she would know, you know what I mean? Or that I could tell her..." John said to Annabelle. He had told the girl all his story about him and Ronnie. How they met, how he felt in love with her, how and why they couldn't be together, everything he had on his soul. He couldn't explain her how thankful he was to her just for having the patience to listen him.

"I know... But hey, I'm really wondering what Gideon and your cousin are doing there..." Annabelle said, staring at the door of Gideon's office.

"Fucking, most probably." John said, uncaring. "She'll be fine, Claire is a big girl."
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"What you mean? Come on, is not like you'll die or anything. Even if you go to that boarding-school that John goes to, from England or whatever, I can wait for you. Just give me your number, I will call you." Gideon said, when he heard Claire's words.

[Claire Standish]

"I do not have a mobile phone..." Claire said. She was not surprised about the surprised stare Gideon threw her. She knew that in the Muggle world everyone almost HAD to possess a cell phone. It was an object no Muggle could live without. But in the wizarding world, such things were not needed nor liked and it was impossible for her to ask her parents to buy her one. They would have been outraged.

"Look, this was really fun and amazing and magical but... There can't be anything between us. I am sorry..." she said, before putting her jacket on fast and running out of there.

[John Miller]

"Claire?" John asked amazed, seeing his cousin getting out of the office. "Hey!" he added annoyed, when the girl didn't stop and just passed him over, going outside of the club. "The fuck?!"

"I do not know what happened. It was all fine, until she simply... We made love and it was amazing. But when I told her that we should keep meeting she freaked out. She said we can't meet anymore..." Gideon said, true disappointment and even sadness in his voice. "I asked her to give me her phone number and she said she doesn't have a cell phone. How can anyone NOT have a cell phone?!"

"I will take care of this, okay? I will come see you tomorrow night. Thank you for everything, man, and I am glad you're back!" John said. He brightly smiled to Gideon and shake his hand, before leaving in a hurry.

[Claire Standish]

Claire was almost running on the streets, tears falling down her face. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She had never felt so hard and so easily for a guy. And why did it have to be THIS guy? Why did it had to be a Muggle? This was unbelieveable. If anyone from her family knew, her reputation would have been crushed. They would have been so disappointed. She was so disappointed of her own self...

"Fuck this shit..."

[John Miller]

"Claire!" John screamed, running towards his cousin. "Come on, Claire. JUST STOP, DAMN IT!!" he grabbed her by the arm when he reached her, turning her around to face him. He was kind of shocked to see her cry, and the words he had wanted to say blocked in her throat.

"It's not the end of the world, Claire... You can see Gideon again, if you want to..." he said, caressing her shoulder in a way of comfort.

[Claire Standish]

"No, I can't!" she yelled at him. "He's a Muggle, for screaming out loud!"

The tears kept falling and she felt more and more like an imbecile. This was so unreal. She was head-over-hills for a Muggle guy who she had met just hours ago. She had made a swear to herself, that she was never going to fall in love with a man.

"Because of this..." she said, between the tears. "That is why I never wanted to love, John... It hurts... It fucking hurts falling for someone..."

[John Miller]

"Come on, Claire... Here, sit down." he said, still holding her hand. He sat down on a bench and made her take a sit too. He kept holding her hand but he didn't look at her, thinking he might make her feel worse if he did. But he talked to her.

"Gideon is a great guy, even if he is a Muggle. And so what that he is a Muggle anyway? He has no idea that you are a witch. I didn't told him about us, just because I thought it would be better for him not to know. And because I thought he'd make me use magic too much, asking me to get him out of shit whenever he needed it or whatever." he said and giggled. "You CAN see him again, Claire... From time to time..."

[Claire Standish]

"I can never love a Muggle... I never wanted to love a man to begin with. But a Muggle would just make it worse. John... You don't understand... Actually, I think you do. I think now I understand you..." she said, all of a sudden feeling completely different.

"The reason you like Muggles... They are fun. And they have so much magic inside them without having any magic at all. Is a beautiful paradox of life, is it not?"