Quick Stories

"No you're not"

"I'm sorry." I saw the notification appear on my phone

I ignored it.

I couldn't bring myself to text him back.

He wasn't spamming like before. I received the notifications every few hours.

I hated him.

Years and years of bullying, and just now, he actually tried. He tried to be nice. Perhaps he was finally feeling guilty?

I used to love him.
We used to be friends. Why was he so cruel?

All those scars. They will never be forgotten, and he will never be forgiven.

I gave in and texted him back.

"Hi," I sent

"Hey, I'm so so sorry. I'm a horrible person." He claimed

"Yeah." And I agreed

"I love you too, just so you know." He proceeded to text me

"No, you don't." I sigh behind my screen. He doesn't love me.

"Yes, I do. I'm sorry for everything. I should've just kept my mouth f***king shut. I love you." He seemed genuine for some reason. But no.
He isn't. He doesn't love me.

"I wish I never met you." He broke me, I want him to know that. I want him to suffer like I did.

"I understand why you hate me now, but if you would listen to me, you deserve an explanation, and I deserve to be listened to." Wow.

"You never listened to me when i was sobbing, pleading you to stop."
I don't want to listen to his explanation.
I might sound childish, but no matter how well his words are worded, his actions will never be taken back.

The hours I cried, begged, and blamed myself for what he did to me. The cuts I've created and the scars they became. All will remain.

He didn't answer my last text, and so I went on with my day.

Other Pov

I'm an idiot. Why did I think he'd listen? Why did I make it all about myself? He was the victim, I was the f***king **shole. I deserve to rot.
Oh god, I wish I wasn't like this. I never meant to hurt him.
I was scared.
I lost him.
I'm stupid.
I could've been happy with him, but I ruined it. I didn't care about his feelings, I cared about what others would've thought of me. That was a dick move.
He was so sweet all along, he came out and I was supportive.

Until he broke the news. Telling me he loved me. He confessed. He was scared of my reaction.
I made it worse.

I want to heal his scars, to make them disappear.
I want everything to be good again. I miss him. I want to be with him.
But he's also a boy. And I'm a boy. It's wrong. Bullying him was worse, though. I'm sorry, Father, for what I have sinned
...

"Hi." I tried texting him again. Hoping for a response.

A cold "Hey" was written in our conversation.
I smiled.

"Can we talk? I know you're mad at me, but I was hoping to explain myself this time. Without being selfish."

I wanted him to know the truth.

"Fine." My smile widened a bit because I now have my only chance to make it slightly better.

"I want to apologize again. My reason was extremely selfish. I'm fully aware.
I was scared to be seen with you, as in like dating form, yk? I love you. But we're both boys? That's a sin.
My dad would kill me if he knew, ever since he found out, he calls you a f*g and I was so scared to get beaten. I was scared of what others might think. I know I shouldn't have hurt you mentally or physically, and that was wrong of me to do. I'm sorry."
... he didn't answer
I sent him another message
"I wanted to be with you, I like your beautiful pers eyes, your black hair. I miss how soft your skin is, how your teeth used to shine when you smiled. I miss your laugh, I liked it so much. I like you. I really do. I'm sorry." Damn.

Other pov

I knew his family was Catholic, I knew he'd react a certain way after I'd confess, but holy f**k. We both messed up. But who's really in the wrong? I dont know what to answer, I'm scared of what's about to come after those messages.