Keeper

#8

Mark looked away, "you still take those things with you."

"Why can't I? They're mine."

"I didn't know you're sentimental, Sean." Mark said as he takes his drink, "are you seeing anyone lately?"

"No, I don't think I can do it. I'm trying to focus on bigger things."
"Bigger things."

"Why not?" Sean said, "I think I just wasted my time to someone I thought I'd be willing to fight for, but that was just me. I was just assuming for nothing."

Mark looked at him, "what are you saying?"

"I thought we could really  be together even if we're both guys, you have Edward and everything. I can't stop thinking about you since you asked me to leave you, I was outside your house everyday trying to find you," he tried his best not to cry but tears escaped from his eyes. "I'm... aware about Edward's behavior but that didn't change how I see you, you're still Mark to me, that warm dude that I always wanted to hug. Your eyes disappear when you laugh, you'd go nuts over nonsense videos, you like to do spontaneous things and you're really nice." He tried to laugh it off, coughing to hold back his tears. "I really, really want to work things out with you."

"Sean..."

"But it's gonna be alright if you don't want me around," he said, "I can still cherish everything we had until I have outgrown every bits of it. I wish it was like listening to a song that's new to you, you'd keep on listening to it until you get tired and sick of it... it will only sound good when played in the radio but not when you're alone."

"Even when you're sad, you're saying interesting things... kinda makes me want to feel bad about myself."

"You don't have to." Sean got up, "that should do it, I gotta go."

"Hey..."

"Thanks for everything." He started walking away, faster, faster. Soon as he turned to his left, he cried. All of the tears he's holding back just went off freely. "This is stupid..." gasp, "... I am stupid." He took off his necklace and tried to throw it away, as he was about to do it, he stopped. "I can't, I can't do it..." he kneeled to the ground, "I can't let go of it... I can't. I'm so stupid!"

He just decided to go back to the apartment and linger in his room, he turned off his lights and just curled into his room. A few minutes later, he heard a knock on his door, "Seanny?" It's Felix. "You're here? I know you are, can you just step out of your room for a bit?"

"I'm not in the mood to play, sorry."

"Okay, I left something for you. I'll be out for a while."

"Okay... take care."

He heard Felix stepping away from his room and  leaving the whole place, he slowly checked on it.

"Top of the morning to you Seanny!"

"AAAAAHHHH TOP OF THE MORNING TO YOU SEANNY!"

Felix was laughing so hard, "got you!"

"Don't ever surprise me!" He pouted, "that's not funny!"

"Someone's not in a good mood." Felix pulled him out of the room, "come here... you don't have to be alone all day."

"I-I can go out of my room anytime."

"What do you know? That 'anytime' is now." He hugged Sean, "there."

"Felix!"

"You look so sad when you got back, did you drink again?"

"Just a little."

"You little bean, you don't have to do that everyday."

"Hey, I didn't plan to do that everyday."