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A month later

"Look I'm sorry Mark, this just can't happen anymore" Seán said quietly, biting back the tears as his lovers faced dropped. After their fight the previous night it had been awkward between them, Mark didn't even know why they fought in the first place because it wasn't like he did anything wrong. He watched Seán's beautiful blue eyes flash many different emotions before him as his heart crumbled into little pieces, his vision clouded as tears began forming and his body jumped with a sob that escaped his lips.
Jack knew this would hurt him but he was hurting too, sometimes the pain can make you do strange things...

Jack fumbled with his old keys before finally managing to unlock the door, he walked into his old apartment which he hadn't been in for a very long time and was surprised that his old roommate Felix was still living there. When Felix walked into the kitchen and was met with a teary eyed Seán he was shocked, they stood staring at each other for what seemed like ages before Seán burst into tears and ran into Felix's open arms. The poor green haired boy sobbed into his friends shirt as Felix patted his back soothingly, Felix was very confused and needed answers but to get answers he needed Seán to calm down.
Felix managed to get his former roommates breathing back to normal and they were now seated at the kitchen bench, cups of hot coca steaming infront of them as Felix let Seán explain the whole situation. He felt bad for Seán because he had it tough, his parents and fans were against him which lead from one thing to another...
By two forty-five AM the pair had gotten sleepy, and before they passed out Felix made Seán promise to go back to Mark and tell him what happened. Wether it happen next week or in two years, Felix made him promise.

Mark was distraught once his lover fled the apartment, he broke several plates and cups out of rage before he accidentally cut his foot on one of the shards of glass that was littering the floor. He sat on the floor crying his heart out at four in the morning while his foot bled heavily from the deep wound, but Mark realised that no wound would be greater than the one Seán had created.

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