A STEP IN LOVE [BoyxBoy]

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'I think I'm in love.'

Aidan's eyes dilated to Josua's surprise: 'With Mark.'

'No! You are not,' said Aidan.

'Well, I think I have been obs--'

'We broke up.'

Aidan's voice resounded through Joshua's room. He lived next to him. The night had successfully taken the place of the sad sun, busy elsewhere while its antagonist allowed the sky to wear her brightest sparkles. The air was cold and fresh. But the sound of his breaking voice perturbed the stillness that the dark blue sky provided. Not that Aidan did not try to the frailty of his heart through a deep male voice but the shattering vibration of truth betrayed his acting.

'With Veronica?'

'Who else?' He looked at Jojo with eyes that stated how ridiculous the question was. He understood his bewilderment, though. Yet, he did not seem sad. The breaking tone of his voice revealed to be a mild mixture of a man losing his girlfriend, a feeling of loneliness that captures any human, and of a need to protect his ego.

Joshua stood silent. A certain contrast seemed to permeate into his mind: his slushy romance with his man of men and the gloomy essence that a break-up evokes -- dark, slow but crushing. He had made so many movies about Mark, all so beautiful, unrealistically beautiful this whole week since the library episode. Yet, here was a break-up that ruined the gay decor of his mind. At least that what was the poetic side of Joshua thought, biased perhaps by the slushy romance he has read or the movies à l'eau de rose, too rose for his manly edge. Aidan was not so gloomy. He was weakened by the break-up, but the sadness ascribed to such an event was found absent.

'I was not feeling right with her. It was not really me. I loved her. I really did. But this feeling has been here for some times already,' he said, spontaneously, with a vehemence that drove his fingers to move .

'It just came out. The feeling of discomfort. I told her I could not do it anymore.'

His face was crestfallen. 'Man, I feel horrible.'

The stars outside were reinforced by the darkening sky. There was no moon that night. Only the myriad of stars stood as storytellers and firm opponents to the blazing sun of that morning.

Aidan and Veronica were sipping a nice coffee. The air was warm; everything on the outside was great. There stands an undeniable fact of the human existence: something will always disturb the miraculous beauty of the world, something puny like the blazing sun on the hair or the tag in a scratching the back. For Aidan, it was his relationship. More particularly, the inner disturbance was growing, gnawing greedily and grandly his inner person. It was something that made not much sense and that he could not comprehend, nor seize. The coffee did not fill the emptiness. It was strong, bitter. Veronica's usual smile only compound to the injustice he would articulate, to the cruelty of his thoughts soon to be translated into words.

She was beautiful. Tall with pale brown eyes. Her eyes reminded Joshua of a vixen and her intimidating attitude scared him. Behind her capturing face hid a vulnerable and caring girl, sweet also, too sweet to be broken. Aidan knew that. But his heart, heavy had to utter its feelings as if its demands exceeded any decorum or humanly kindness.

'I just can't do it anymore.'

'Uh, what? Babe, Are you okay?'

'I can't stay. I think...I think we should end it. Not that I don't love you (he swallowed) but my feelings have changed and yeah...you deserve better.'