My skin looks yellow compared to the paint on the walls. It almost matches, but it's more of a mustard color. Hopefully it isn't weird that that's what I'm thinking about. It's all that I see. My red contrasting the yellow of the space surrounding us. It's like a fast food joint. Maybe that's why the bathrooms are this color. They want everyone to leave. They don't want us there.
I wipe your face.
My eyes are red, your's are too. It matches what I'm wearing. Maybe wearing all of this was a bad idea. It's the color of all of the negative things tonight.
I don't want you to leave. The worst part of my summer is when you're gone. All I do is sit around and cry. I feel alone and miserable. It's your last family vacation though. Once September is gone they've lost their hold on you. They control you no longer.
I'm standing holding you up. Even though you're on a counter and that's what's holding you up. So I guess I'm pushing you back. You latch on to me like a finger monkey and my body is the finger. It's sad that I like that so much, I think. Moments like that when you need me so badly. There are few moments where I feel so close to you. Nothing can tear us apart.
My turtle gives you a kiss that makes you laugh. I wipe your face again. You say words so sweet to me. I could hear them for the rest of my life and be happy.
You start crying again. I hold you once more and let you get the tears out. I'd stay here forever to make sure that you would be happy when we leave.
Your head leaves the cradle of my neck and shoulder when we hear a voice. We aren't doing what they think. He's wrong again. Everything feels more right though. Everyone's happier. Especially you. I just want you to be happy. And you are, as far as I can tell. It will be okay.

I'm your Hercules and you're my Meg.
Forever.