Romeo x Romeo [BoyxBoy]

#CHAPTER 27

"Michael." He brought me in. "Breathe." I nodded. I eventually calmed down. "What do you want?" He asked. "What do you mean 'what do I want?' I'm your boyfriend for God's sake. You haven't talked to me in weeks. I tried everything. I didn't even think this would work. I know it was a lot to take in. I know I killed a guy and I feel bad but I can't keep blaming myself and feeling guilty for everything. I can't keep on living in the past. I'm so worried about you I didn't even have time to grieve properly from the incident. I'm worried about you. You're shutting me out. Please. And the weekend where it all started we were fine. We were more than fine. I mean I had a great time but now it's like it's all vanished. I know I might be a bit to clingy but just talk to me. Please. I miss you... A lot." He had watery eyes and me too. "I'm sorry. I was just shocked that you actually killed him... With your bare hands." A tear fell down my eyes. "I'm sorry. If I'm just gonna remind you of a knife into someone's chest then I guess I should go. I don't want to hurt you." I got up but he stopped me. "Michael. Please don't go." I sighed. "I don't want to be the subject of your fears or nightmares. I'm sorry." He held me back. "Please." He started crying. I held him in a tight hug. Then I saw some bits of glass under his bed. They were showing a bit. A tear fell out of my eye. "I'm so sorry." I said. We sat down. "I'm so sorry I shut you out." He said. "Shh." I shushed him and kissed him on the lips. My eyes closed. Kissing his lips felt so good and salty from all the crying. He pulled away. I felt hurt. It was never going to be like before. "I should go. I... I em... I need to help Martha with cooking. We have guests." I lied. My voice was shaky. But I couldn't stand him looking at me like a killer. "Ok." Gosh, I expected him to say that he wanted me to stay. I climbed out of the window. I looked back before leaving. Tears clouded my eyes. I walked to the house. I took Charles keys and left. I drove to that house I brought him to. It was one of my best memories with him. Why? Because at that moment, I knew I wanted to spend my life with him. Of course, I didn't tell him. I walked into the house and laid on the bed. I cried. I cried because he wasn't going to look at me the same way, because I killed a man. I cried because the guy I fell in love with can't look at me in the eye properly. I cried because I would never see him smile, hear him laugh or feel his lips.

Jason's POV:
When I saw Michael at my window, I felt scared and happy. I mean, I avoided him for a week but... He killed someone. And it was self defense, but I just couldn't cope with the fact that my boyfriend killed someone. So for a week, I'd cut myself. So when he fell I got so scared. And then he started hyperventilating and I just felt so bad. "Michael." I brought him in. "Breathe." He nodded. He calmed down. "What do you want?" I asked. "What do you mean 'what do I want?' I'm your boyfriend for God's sake. You haven't talked to me in weeks. I tried everything. I didn't even think this would work. I know it was a lot to take in. I know I killed a guy and I feel bad but I can't keep blaming myself and feeling guilty for everything. I can't keep on living in the past. I'm so worried about you I didn't even have time to grieve properly from the incident. I'm worried about you. You're shutting me out. Please. And the weekend where it all started we were fine. We were more than fine. I mean I had a great time but now it's like it's all vanished. I know I might be a bit to clingy but just talk to me. Please. I miss you... A lot." He had watery eyes and me too. "I'm sorry. I was just shocked that you actually killed him... With your bare hands." A tear fell down his eyes. "I'm sorry. If I'm just gonna remind you of a knife into someone's chest then I guess I should go. I don't want to hurt you." He got up but I stopped him. "Michael. Please don't go." He sighed. "I don't want to be the subject of your fears or nightmares. I'm sorry." I held him back. "Please." I started crying. He held me in a tight hug. "I'm so sorry." He said. We sat down. "I'm so sorry I shut you out." I said. "Shh." He shushed me and kissed me on the lips. My eyes closed for a moment until I remembered the scene where he kills him. I pulled away. "I should go. I... I em... I need to help Martha with cooking. We have guests." His voice was shaky. "Ok." I said. I couldn't take it. I felt so bad. I took the glass from under the bed and cut my wrists. I couldn't cut my stomach anymore because there was to much scars. I'd put long sleeves so no one would notice.