𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂, snowbaz [eng]彡 three-shot

BAZ

"Why can't you just admit that you'd be happier here?"
I raise my voice: "Why can't you see that I wouldn't be happy anywhere
without you?"
He sits back, like I've slapped him.
"Simon..." I whisper.
I wait for him to get it. To finally give in to it.
Or maybe to say I've passed the test.
Instead he shakes his head.
"Baz..." His voice is barely there.

"Simon" I repeat, trying not to look at him in the eyes so he doesn't notice that I'm actually destroyed. There's a part of me that likes calling him Simon, a part that feels even closer to him just because of his name.
"No, I'm... sorry"
"What are you sorry about?"
"I'm sorry for making you believe you still need me to be happy. It's not the same as before"
"What I feel about you is still the same, Simon"
I try to hold his hand but he moves from my touch.