Here I am covered in my lover's blood. I gave him my heart and the only thing he could hand me back was betrayal. The body across the room is my ex-best friend. Yes, I committed a crime; and I know I should call the police... But the story is way deeper than what it seems. I promised myself that love wouldn't get me caught up. But, lying here and watching them both slip away with their last breath, in a way, gave me comfort. I didn't cry, couldn't even shed a tear; I was a scorned man. And you never fuck with a scorned man. I'm not sure who's worse; a scorned woman, a scorned man, or a scorned gay man. If I had to guess, I'd put my money on the latter.
But, I knew this would happen, I knew Icouldn't trust either one of them. After giving my heart to the man I loved, Isaw him turn around and give his heart not back to me, but my friend, my bestfriend. Do you know how much that hurt? I don't think so. You may think I'm aheartless killer who simply murdered his best friend and lover, but it goesmuch deeper than that. It all started back last summer... let me take you back tothe summer of 2K15.
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Frienemies
Short StoryI thought you were my friend... I thought we were boys... I thought... I thought... Yeah, it was just a thought, because all of that wasn't even true nor right. So, I killed both of you, killed both of you with no regret.
