𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶

paris, france

FORGET ABOUT YOU

it happened. jonah had left. he returned to america. he was across the world from daniel. thousands of miles apart.

"this is so unfair!" daniel screamed, choking out another sob. he kicked the small pebbles on the dirt road, stomping and kicking the dirt.

he was at jonah's spot.

the imprint from where him and jonah laid was somehow miraculously still in the grass, and daniel couldn't help but cry at the sight of it.

he was alone.

left again.

just like he was when jonah was off with that girl.

but daniel couldn't help but forgive her.

she didn't know about what went down when daniel and jonah were alone. nobody besides laura, and that dumb blond boy and his friend did.

and jonah, of course.

"pourquoi tout le monde me quitte?" daniel mumbled as he collapsed into the grass, the smell of dirt and flowers invading his senses.

all of the memories came flooding, from the first time they met to the last minute they shared together. all the butterflies and laughing together, the nights of cuddling and the nights of getting dirty, everything.

and as more and more tears fell, daniel couldn't help but get tired enough to fall asleep.

-

daniel woke up to a cold breeze, and when his eyes peeked open he immediately sat up, taking in his surroundings.

"god dammit, i must have fallen asleep." daniel mumbled, standing up. the night was cold and dark. he made his way over to his bike that was laying on the ground, picking it up.

the ride home was cold, scary, and lonely. when he finally arrived though, he laid his bike down in the front yard, making his way inside.

the house was dark and the television was quietly playing, and the house just felt off.

daniel slowly walked into the kitchen, sniffling as he grabbed the vase of flowers jonah had given to him weeks back. they had wilted and lost their pigment. he glanced over at the refrigerator. the note jonah had left for daniel was hung with a magnet. it blew gently from the gust of wind that made its way through the open window.

everything was a reminder of jonah.

daniel sniffled once more as he moped up the stairs, falling into bed once he entered his room. he didn't bother taking off his clothes, it was too much work.

but even just laying in bed, daniel could smell the scent of jonah's cologne on the sheets.

and although daniel was mad that jonah had to leave him, falling asleep to his smell made his heart feel warm.

and when he woke up next, it was ten in the morning. before jonah, when daniel woke up he showered. so that's what he did.

as daniel ran the soap through his hair, he thought back to the night they made love. how they took turns showering. and when he finished showing and headed downstairs for breakfast, he thought back to the time jonah had snuck in so they two could go swimming together.

sitting out in the garden reminded daniel of the day jonah first slept over. every room in the house had a memory that lead back to jonah, and daniel couldn't live with the fact he had to be alone in a house without anybody else.

and so he called corbyn.

he needed someone to replace jonah's smell, someone to keep him company, he just couldn't be alone.

when corbyn arrived, it was awkward.

daniel couldn't just spill his heart out and tell him he truly didn't want to have sex, he just needed company.

and even though daniel didn't want to, he had sex with him anyway. and when the two were done, they sat on opposite ends of the couch.

"remember the boy i was with the night you kicked my ass?" daniel asked, hesitating to look up at corbyn.

"yeah, i do."

"he left to go home. he lives in america. i'm all alone again." daniel mumbled.

"oh."

"yeah." daniel said, and it was so quiet corbyn could barely make out what he was saying.

"i can keep you company." corbyn said.

"we promised each other we wouldn't fall in love with anyone else." daniel said, pulling his knees up to his chest.

"we don't need to be in love," corbyn said. "we can just be friends."

"i dunno'."

"oh. okay."

"do you think he'll ever fall in love with someone else, corbyn?" the blond shrugged.

"i don't know. if he truly, truly loved you, he might not. there are some people that you just can't forget, you know? i'm sure he won't forget about you."

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next chapter is the last :)