A Struggle With Love

Why Do I Even Bother?

Russell couldn't lie to Jon.

"I'm sorry Jon."

"For what exactly?"

"For being a dick."

"You aren't."

"I cheated on Adam."

"You did what?"

"I got drunk and slept with some random dude from the bar."

"Well then."

"So you're mad then?"

"Yeah a little."

"Why would you do that to him?"

Russell tried to think of an excuse and couldn't think of one.

"Wait," Jon said. "Is that why you stopped drinking?"

"Yes, of course it is, I don't wanna make the same mistake again."

"Well at least you made an effort."

"What?"

"I'm going. I'm not leaving you I just need some time alone."

He left without even saying bye. That was definitely a dick move. Why would he do that? What the hell? Jon saw Adam sat outside. Controlling his anger he went over and sat with him.

"It's ok." Jon assured him.

"No it's not I fucked everything up."

"Russell did that, don't worry."

"What?"

"He cheated on you, right?"

"Well yeah, but what we had wasn't real. We were only in it because we'd both just came out of difficult relationships."

"Him and Cerys. He ended it because he knew he was gay."

"I didn't know that was why they split."

Suddenly Jon's phone buzzed.

The text read:

Russell: "I'm sorry you had to put up with me but no one ever will again, I love you Jon but I'm doing this for your own good and everyone else's."

Jon started to shake, he knew he shouldn't have scared Russell like that.

He texted him back.

"Russell, I'm sorry if I scared you. I love you. I'm coming up there."

Russell: "No, I don't want you to see this, please."

"I don't want to see your funeral either."

Jon was running upstairs. He opened the door to see Russell passed out on the floor.

"Holy crap." Cried Jon as he kissed his forehead.

"Please don't leave me." He said, pushing their heads together.