This is a bit sad, bye.
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"No, Rog. You clearly don't understand! You never do!"
Tears prickled Roger's eyes as Brian blurted at him.
"I do understand, it's just that I think that you just need a little break from writing. You're all stressed out and--"
He was cut off by his boyfriend who just shook his head, sarcastically chuckling.
"See? You just don't understand! WRITING these...
WRITING songs is the only thing that I CAN DO to keep me sane from all those press! You know that they already know about us. They know WE'RE GAY!"
Tears were now rolling down Roger's cheeks endlessly. He wanted to do something, to calm Brian down, but he just can't. Instead, he stood in his place frozen, looking at Brian going out of their house without even letting him know where he was off to. The door slammed shut in front of Roger.
Feeling very heart broken, he walked towards the kitchen to find a glass of water to quench his thirst, but his hands subconsciously travelled through the tall, brown bottles of beer and grabbed a whole pack of it, going upstairs to their balcony and sat himself down, opening a cold bottle of beer and taking down a big gulp.
"You're so stupid, Roger. You just don't fucking understand him, do ya?"
He chuckled at himself sarcastically as he took the second bottle, giving it a good sip.
"You don't care about people... You're so devoted to him that you barely even know what is happening around you."
He shook his head, very disappointed at himself. Then he went silent, finishing up the remaining bottles of beer. After his last bottle, he stood up and picked up his trash to throw it in the garbage bin downstairs. It was just in time that Brian had arrived, looking very drunk and never even spoke to the blonde. Tears stung Roger's eyes as he still hears the stomping of Brian's feet all the way upstairs and to their bed. Roger, too weak to even go upstairs even if he wanted to, decided to sleep on the couch in the living room.
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The next day...
Roger had woken up so early; 4 at dawn, and it was raining heavily that it got him cold. He rubbed his arms with his hands, trying to at least warm himself a bit.
He can't sleep. He was not sleepy and he doesn't want to sleep, especially without Brian at his side to cuddle him.
Quiet sobs escaped Roger's lips as he thought of him and Brian before these all happened, before the press issued a dirty article about them being in love with each other. Roger continued his silent cries, thinking about how happy they WERE. This continued until 6 in the morning when Roger heard footsteps coming from the stairs. He looked at the direction of the sound and his blue eyes were met with Brian's uninterested ones. Roger frowns at this and decides to talk about everything that's been happening to them these past few weeks.
"Morning love." Roger started.
"Morning."
Then, silence filled the house as Brian walks to the living room, sitting opposite Roger.
"You wanna talk?" Roger was desperate.
"Talk about what? There's nothing to talk about."
"Nothing?! How about this, Brian--This arguement, yesterday's arguement, and the past few weeks' arguements, huh?!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
Brian grew angry and frustrated as he ran his hand through his messy curls.
"No. What the fuck is wrong with YOU. With US. We keep having these arguements because of the same old fucking thing! About you and me on that stupid article! What's it even all about? Me being in love with you? Alright! That's fine because it's fucking true, Brian. I fucking love you and everything about you. But with you being in love with me? I hate to say this but I doubt that you even love me anymore..."
"Well, I fucking love you--"
"That until now..." Roger wiped a tear from his cheek as he spoke up again after letting out a shaky breath.
"Y'know, if we would still be arguing over the same old thing, I should just say it's over. It's over for you..."
He puts his index finger on Brian's chest.
"...For me..." He points at himself.
"And for..." Roger looked down, hurting at his choice of words.
"...For us."
Brian stood up and starts walking back and forth, hands on his waist while looking down.
"If that's what you really want... Then, you left me no choice but to follow you..."
Brian's voice cracked at the last part of his sentence. He looked up to Roger with red eyes, tears blurring his vision.
"Believe me when I say I don't want us to end, Bri. But I think that this is for the best." Brian nodded, tears now rolling down his cheeks.
Oh, how he used to and STILL loves Roger. His Roger. He would lose his love just because of that bloody article.
They both did their final hugs, and it was the longest hug possible. After they had pulled back, Roger smiled weakly at Brian, then he began to distance himself from the taller one and slowly comes up to the door. He opened it and before he could go out, he looked back at Brian, his heart aching at the sight.
"Goodbye, Brian. I love you."
Then he walked out the door--their door, tears streaming down his face.
*****
Lemme tell y'all that I was crying when I wrote this one and even reading this still makes me cry. I bet I'm gonna have puffy eyes tomorrow so... yeah.
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