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Breakup-cashby pt.1

TRIGGER WARNING READ WITH CATION

Third person

Alan was at home cleaning the apartment waiting for Austin to come home from his baseball games. You see, Austin is a professional baseball player and travels a lot but he can't take Alan with him. His manager won't let him come out. Anyways Alan got ready after cleaning to make himself presentable even though he knew Austin wouldn't care if he was wearing trash bags.

He sat and watched tv when there was a knock on the door. He shot out if his spot on the sofa and practically ran to the door. Once the door was open he attacked Austin into a hug. Austin carefully set Alan down and cam inside.

"Where's your stuff?" Alan asks sounding confused.

"I don't need to bring it back if I'm leaving again." Austin answers.

"What do you mean you're leaving again? You just got back!"

"Alan that's not what I meant." Alan gives a confused look. "I'm breaking up with you." Austin says blatantly.

"Am I not good enough? I don't understand."

"It's not you, it's-" Austin is cut iff by Alan yelling. "Don't give me the 'it's not, you it's me' shit."

"I'm breaking up with you because we're too distant now and you know I can't do anything about him not letting me come out."

"Then do it yourself, make us known. Who cares if he doesn't want you to."

"Alan I can't just do that."

"Fine. Just leave then." Alan can feel the tears wanting to fall. "Don't be like that."

"No! Just leave. Get out!" With that Austin pulls Alan close kissing him and then leaves.

For months Alan cries and feels that the only way to let out the pain on the inside is to inflict pain on the outside. For months he would cry and  cut himself and then go out with his friends acting as if he was fine.

For months he would drink away the pain and wake up hungover and feeling like shit, but he didn't care as long as he didn't have to feel the pain of Austin leaving.

He continued on like this for months and it just got worse. His thighs and hips littered with scars,scabs, and fresh cuts. Empty liquor bottles scattered the small apartment. Alan no longer letting his friends come over in fear of them finding out, but as long as there wasn't the pain of Austin leaving he didn't care if he was becoming worse.

Throughout those months he picked up smoking so he could get out the pain while with his friends. So it wasn't obvious to them. If his friends thought he smoked just because he wanted to he was fine. As long as the pain of Austin leaving wasn't there, he didn't care if it was getting harder to breathe.

He stopped eating. Alan getting skinner and his once tight skinny jeans becoming baggy on his now boney legs. His ribs became apparent from under the skin. His spin also becoming visible. He got worse and worse but still his friends didn't notice because he did such a good job hiding it. He hid it in fear of them finding out, but as long as he couldn't feel the pain of Austin leaving he didn't care if he was slowly dying.

He didn't care until a certain baseball play was spoken about in the news...

To be continued