TharnType OneShot

Breakup - 1/2

 Type was looking into the void; he was sitting on the bed in Techno's parents' guest room. He had been staying in this room for 4 nights, since he had left the flat that he shared with Tharn. Sometimes he wanted to throw everything away and come back to Tharn, hoping that Lhong would confess his crimes by himself, or at least give up the idea of separating them. It was only utopia and he knew it, but he missed Tharn's arms; he missed Tharn's teasing; he missed Tharn's discussions; he missed the smell of Tharn; he missed his presence!

Type changed into pyjamas, a new night without Tharn. He had tried to lend an ear to hear even a rumour about him on campus, about how he was doing, but nothing. Tharn was a music student and he was a sports scientist, there was no reason for anyone to talk about him. Techno watched him all the time, he might have understood what he was doing, but he was kind enough not to notice him.

Type sat in a suit on his bed, his phone charged next to him on the desk. After a hesitation, he got up, unplugged his phone, unlocked it and sat down on the bed. He hadn't changed his wallpaper since that night: a picture of Tharn when he was sleeping. The photo wasn't taken from a good angle, Type had taken it just after getting the number from Tar. Type appeared on the photo, Tharn was sleeping on his back, while Type's face was resting on his arm. A drop fell on the screen.

Type opened the last conversation he had had with Tharn, nothing very romantic, nothing to indicate that he already knew how the evening would end. His last message was far from a declaration of love, far from it, yet he had wanted to send an "I love you", to have maybe a small chance to get Tharn back after that. He held back at the last moment, he couldn't, he had never told her, he couldn't send her a poor text message with a declaration as the first "I love you".

His gaze drifted to the contact photo of Tharn, then to the call button. If he called Tharn now and confessed everything to him, would Tharn believe him? No, of course not, why would he believe him? He left him crying on the floor without a glance back. Tharn must be angry with him and never want to see him again. He didn't really give him time to explain himself, because he knew everything, even more than Tharn, but Tharn couldn't have known.

When his thoughts drifted on how Tharn had had to react to their break-up, he couldn't help wondering: When he had all the evidence that Lhong was behind all his break-ups, would Tharn come back to him or had he lost him forever? Had he lost the only person who had taken her as he was and tried to help her get back on her feet? Type smiled, disillusioned, Tharn was the best person he could hope for in his life, with Techno a little, but he knew he would never be the best person for Tharn. As long as Tharn was happy, he would be happy in some way.

He heard knocking at the door, before hearing Techno ask permission to enter. He got up in a hurry, put his phone on the desk without really paying attention, before opening the door to Techno, allowing him to enter. Techno entered cautiously, he seemed agitated as if he wanted to say something, but didn't dare. Type sat down on the bed, inviting Techno to do the same.

"Are you okay?", Techno's voice broke the silence that had set in.

"Yes, why?" Type tried to keep a calm voice. No, he wasn't well, how could he be well? However, he suspected that this was not the real Techno question.

"Why? Because I know you're not well, and I would like you to tell me what's on your mind, even if I can guess a little. I want to help you through this but I don't know how. You're becoming more and more isolated, you often look into the void, I'm pretty sure that since you've been here you haven't had a full night...", Techno raised his voice at the beginning before it became a whisper towards the end.

Type tried to straighten up before speaking again, to look better, but not sure if it worked. "I don't want to worry you, but I can't help it. There was no other way, although I would have loved to."