FOAH/ BYLER/ WICHIE ONESHOTS

I'm sorry

Will

I walked down the street, tears stung my eyes, threatening to fall any minute. The image of them kissing flashed in the back of my mind over and over, causing the heaviness in my heart to grow heavier and heavier. It felt as if blocks were piled up in my chest.

My body grew numb and cold as the gentle drizzle from earlier turned into a merciless pour. I couldn't really see but I knew that if I didn't hurry he'd catch up. And I couldn't take the pain of seeing his face. How could he? He said he loved me. I believed him. I truly believed he loved me. I loved him. I LOVE him. I crossed my arms over my chest tugging my jacket closer to my body. But it was soaked and the warmth was gone. I looked up at the sky and my face was splashed with the heavy droplets.

I can't process what he did. After all this time since Mike broke up with Jane for me he'd go right back. That's it. The tears starting falling. I sobbed, my body shaking from the cry but also because I was soaking wet and freezing. I wiped my face but it was a poor attempt to dry it.

"Will! Wait!" Mike yelled over the rain from behind.

I ignored him as if I didn't hear him but sped up. "Please, Will. Please." He pleaded. I stopped where I was but didn't turn around. "How could you?" I said, it was quiet, drowned out by the rain. Inaudible. "What?" He asked. I turned around and glared at him through my tear filt eyes. "HOW COULD YOU?" I shouted. He seemed taken back because I barely ever yelled.

"I trusted you. I loved you. I do love you. And I thought you loved me back but you don't. You said you did but it was a lie because if you did you wouldn't have done what you did. You wouldn't have kissed her."

He didn't say anything. He looked down at the floor, "Will I-" he started.

"No, I get it. She's much better than I am.  She's pretty, she's funny, she's strong and powerful, and she's a girl! I mean call me stereotypical but a boy is supposed to be with a girl! And I'm not a girl! And you aren't either! With her you can be free." I shouted. I couldn't keep it in. I've held it in for too long. I know Mike has trouble being openly gay. It's just not right for him. He only holds my hand around friends and family or if we can't be seen, like at a diner under the table or at the movies where it's dark. He's rather stay home and cuddle while watching a movie than actually go out on a date. Max says he takes me for granted but to me it's all just bull shit.

"What do you mean?" He asked seeming hurt. "You have problems with being yourself!" I shouted. He shook his head in confusion at my accusation. "I don't.....what are you talking about?" He asked coming closer but I backed away.

"You're embarrassed." I said. He caught my eye and we made eye contact for a second before he came over and threw his arms around me. I hugged back. "Never." He whispered. I cried into his shoulder if someone saw us you wouldn't be able to tell because we were both soaked anyways. "Why don't you want me?" I sobbed.

He connected our lips and we kissed passionately. "I love you Will. I do. And I'm so sorry. It didn't mean anything. She......she wanted help."

I pulled away. "Help?" I said confused. What did he mean help?

"She wanted to know how to kiss a girl." He said. I gulped as more tears sprang from my eyes. I hugged him again. "With Max?" I asked and he nodded. I connected our lips. "I'm sorry Will." He said and rested his forehead against mine.

Then we walked home, hand in hand. The rain stopped and people came out of their homes again to clean up the mess of leaves that fell from the trees and each and every one of them saw two boys holding hands gracefully, and they smiled at the sight of a happy unembarrassed couple.