everett
he's on his break in the crowded starbuck's, and reaches into his apron pocket where his phone was, to find a note.
i love you. have a good day.
he smiles— stops, thinking about the undeniable truth. the truth that he can't help but analyze from time to time.
is there enough room in his heart to love derek with everything he's got?
he wants to believe it, so badly that it physically hurts.
his head is a whirlwind of emotions, and he hates himself for not being able to decipher them. how much longer will he be this lost teenage boy again, trying to figure out who he loves? it should be easy: derek, but the lingering feelings for aidan are haunting him, returning like a tree's leaves.
love. what good is love? all it causes is confusion and heartbreak.
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