When I got in the Uber, I didn't have a specific destination. I knew where I wanted to go, but I knew it was too late. Yet, I was standing in front of your house before I could properly comprehend any of my decisions.
I looked at your front door for a while. I wasn't sure what my options were in this situation, let alone which would be the best. My favorite one was to walk away. Go as far as possible and never look back. But my body chose a different route.
My hand was knocking on your door before I could stop myself. I was going to let out a sigh of relief when you didn't answer, but then your bedroom light turned on. My heart pounding in my chest as I awaited your arrival.
When you opened the door, you looked shocked. Your now brown hair was in many directions showing me you had previously been asleep. Your blue eyes were a little darker blue from the lack of light and your clothes were wrinkled from lying on them. I knew you didn't know why I was here and frankly neither did I.
"Colby, you're soaking wet." You said when you grabbed my hand and dragged me into your living room. I hadn't even noticed it was raining. Too lost in my thoughts that all that seemed to keep my attention was you.
You ran to get a towel, giving me time to look around. Everything was exactly how it had been, nothing seeming to have changed in the last 6 months. Not even the picture of us on our first anniversary that you had framed and put on your side table. Seeing it made my mouth go dry.
You returned and immediately wrapped the towel around my wet shoulders. You led me to a couch and told me to sit, not caring about it getting wet. We sat in silence for what seemed like hours, but had only been a few seconds.
"Colby what are you doing here?" You asked with sadness laced through your voice. I didn't know how to answer when I wasn't sure myself.
"Don't know." I mumbled to the point where I thought you didn't hear, but you nodded as if you understood. You always seemed to understand, even when I thought no one ever would.
"You kept the picture." I said looking over at the framed photo once again. You visibly stiffened, but sighed as if you had been caught.
"I kept them all." Apart of me was overwhelmed with joy knowing you still wanted them, but I knew I shouldn't be.
"Why?"
"Because as hard as it is to say, I still love you." My heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest. I hadn't expected that after what I did.
"I still love you too." I said barely above a whisper. You teared up and let out a quiet sob.
"Then why did you leave me? Why did you break up with me?" In the moment I couldn't remember why I had. You had brought me so much happiness and I never felt more complete then when I was with you. But then I remembered. My family.
They were as homophobic as they come. Threatening me when it came to Sam and I's relationship, which never phased me. Then they threatened to hurt Sam and I knew that with them around I was just putting him in danger. They had moved though. About three months ago. I'm old enough to live on my own so I stayed, so that I would be close to you.
"My family." You looked at me like I had just confessed to a crime. You knew what I meant yet you still asked what I meant.
"They were homophobic and they threatened to hurt you. I just wanted to keep you safe, Sam." A tear had slipped down your face as you thought about it. You hear about these things, but it almost doesn't feel real. Like it wouldn't actually happen. But it does and it did.
"Oh." I got up from my seat and went to where you were. I pulled you up and grabbed your waist pulling you close. You were hesitant at first, but melted into my touch like nothing had changed.
"Colby, why are you here?" You asked again. I felt like I was close to breaking down, knowing that I was broken without you.
"I need you, Sam."
I have no idea what happened with this one, but hey it's an update
