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"I just- you're making me do ....things I never do! I'm not supposed to feel this way! I- I hate you!"

"Why do you hate me?!"

Andrew was silent before he stood up. The cigarette was long gone, thrown off the roof as they fumed at each other. He didn't look Neil in the eye. He couldn't.

"Because you're making me feel!", he thundered, voice cracking as he walked away.

Neil stared at him. He stood up, he wanted to come closer, when just then he saw the ting of metal reflecting the lights on the street below.
He had the blade pointed at Neil as Neil stepped forward.

Neil didn't feel threatened by the knife the blonde just pulled out. He didn't believe Andrew would hurt him.

He had never seen him like this. Like a cornered animal showing its fangs to scare the other off.

Then it dawned on him. Andrew was afraid.

Neil softened his expression. He felt bad for pushing so far, but in the end he didn't mean to either.
He stepped forward again making Andrew retreat slightly.

"You don't have to tell me anything now, okay? Put that knife away"

"You made me say these things, don't act stupid", he responded. "I'm not gonna put away the knife, you better leave"

"I won't until I know you're alright"

"Leave!"

"No", Neil said, taking another step closer.

Andrew stood against the wall by now. He couldn't retreat no longer. If he was to hurt Neil, he was willing to take the risk.
Pain was something he knew all too well. His whole childhood was painful, the time on the run was painful.

The blonde didn't loosen the grip on the blade, sticking his arm out furthermore, but Neil took another step forward.

He felt as the fabric of his clothes gave in slightly as the knife came closer.

Soon the metall touched his skin. It was a rather cool sensation, but he once again shifted closer to the man.

He felt the warm liquid soaking slowly into the fabric.

"Why are you doing this", Andrew asked, voice barely more than a whisper. The blonde risked a look at the blade that had its tip in Neil's stomach. The red liquor continued to spread slowly.

"I care about you" Neil said, voice low. It wasn't much, but it made Andrew's eyes grow wider.

"You shouldn't", Andrew hissed.

Neil shifted closer again, the knife driving deeper into his flesh, making the sticky red liquid poor out in small drops.

"Don't come closer", Andrew warned.

"What if I do?", Neil asked hesitantly.

"I'll hurt you"

"I don't care"

"What became of the 'I run to survive'-Neil?", Andrew asked, voice still shaky.

"You tell me", Neil again moved closer. This time Andrew's hand moved with his body, in order to not drive the blade even deeper under his skin.

"Go", the blonde insisted. Neil saw as his eyes started tearing up and heard the crack in his voice. Andrew averted his eyes from Neil.

"No"

"Why?", a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Because I....", Neil failed to speak. He knew the word, but he didn't realize until this very moment he did feel that way. It seemed so impossible, but then again, so right.