Last Day Home

1

He never loved me.

It was all a lie.

Tul stayed where he was on the balcony of his condo. Feeling the cool evening wind running through his hair. The cold from the breeze matched the cold spreading through veins as Great's words echoed through his mind for the umpteenth time that day.

Tul tucked his knees close to his chest, the coldness getting stronger and he fought within himself to remember the warmth of the man he had fallen in love with. His eyes welled up in tears once again and he chuckled humourlessly at the amount of times he had cried today. Just when he thought he had no more tears left to cry, the waterworks just kept coming.

Max.

Please don't let it be true.

Tul felt the ever familiar ache in his chest.

His heart.

Tul. Max is a detective. He's not a student. He's an undercover sent to investigate your father.

Tul shut his eyes as Great's voice repeated viciously in his mind.

He's just been using you, Tul.

A sob escaped his lips.

In his mind's eyes, Great's furious face was replaced with the memory of Max's handsome face. Those dark eyes that had drawn him in from the moment their eyes met in that auditorium, looking at him with so much love.

I love you, Tul.

Another sob wracked through his body and Tul ran his hands through his hair tugging at the strands harshly.

I love you too, Maxii.

Tul had meant it. From the bottom of his heart. With every inch of his being. Max had come into his life, filling in all the empty spaces Tul didn't know he had.

Great had laid out photos of Max in the police academy. Max amongst his fellow officers. Investigative reports written by what Tul recognised as Max's handwriting. Detailing his father's illegal business. Detailing Tul and his life. Tul had simply stared at the evidence Great had found. His mind, his heart and his body shutting down at the sudden truth he was thrown with.

There was no way he could deny it. There was just too much proof that all this while, Max had told him nothing but lies.

Max's background.

I've always been fond of architecture, that's why I'm in this course.

Max's whereabouts.

Oh I had an errand to run for my parents.

Max's affections.

I'm here for you, Tul.

And the plain truth was, Max was just using Tul to investigate his father.

Tul was full on bawling once again, the coldness consuming him whole and he was devoid of the warmth... the happiness that he thought was real.

Despite that he prayed to whatever Gods above to not let it be true. That Max truly was the one he was meant to find. The one who truly loved him.

He prayed and prayed over the vicious echoes of his own mind telling him that it was useless.

That it is what it is.

It was all just an act.

Tul was just not worth it.

Not worth loving.