Heart Untold || lgbtq+ / trans / boyxboy ✔️

four.

His eyes were blood shot, recalling every time he hurt the one heart he was meant to hold on to. He couldn't sleep at night without Blue in his arms. Everything about that boy had his heart joining the Olympics with the back flips it did.

Especially the way Blue pretended to hate him.

Sure, Levi would understand if Blue actually did despise him with all that had happened, but it was clear as day that Blue Daniels still loved Levi Perez.

This was the millionth night in a row where he wished he could just call him and tell him he missed him; tell Blue about his mom leaving him behind when he finally had the courage to come out to her. Or, tell him about standing up to the guys who got him into the drugs. He wanted to tell him that every moment without him was like listening to nails on a damn chalkboard, and that without him life was a complete nightmare.

Instead, he was lying on a cot in the video game lounge, awaiting the beeper to go off, as he was on call that night. It took everything in him not to walk down the hall and up the stairs towards the adults ward, and to room 579 and cuddle Blue.

"You're deep in thought." Riley's voice startled the volunteer, as they entered the lounge and walked to the little mini fridge for a drink.

"It's two in the morning. What are you doing up?" Levi sat up, watching as Riley dragged along their blanket on the wooden floor.

"It's hard to sleep when I know tomorrow will decide if I get to go home, or not." They replied, grabbing two waters, and throwing one to the nurse.

Catching the bottle, Levi nodded his reply, unsure of what to say.

"I hope Blue gets to go home soon; I think he's been here the longest." Riley replied, taking a swig of their water, sitting on a couch beside Levi.

"How long has he been here? It can't be that he's been here since we broke up..." He shook his head at the thought, utterly unaware of how much the boy had been through.

"I don't know when you broke up, but I think he told me that a month after his dad came back to town, he was forced out of his house and around that time his diagnosis went from a stage one to a stage two." Riley began, taking a breath, before resuming.

"I guess his dad didn't know he transitioned, or he thought it was a phase or something. I don't really know much; I just know his dad is transphobic, homophobic, and all the other phobics out there. He even forced him to a psychiatrist or something, at some point." They stopped once more, for a sip of water.

"Anyway, Dr. Paul found him in shelter not too long after that happened, because he went to go pick up someone he was related to or something of the sort. And, our boy was there, freezing and terrified." Riley concluded their story, a sigh of relief sounding from their throat.

Tears dripped like rain drops from the nurse's eyes, listening to the story that destroyed both him and Blue.

"I remember when his dad sent him to the psychiatrist. I was there at every appointment. His dad hated me, and he knew nothing about me. I remember him calling me when he was kicked out, but I was so fucking high. I can't believe he was in a shelter. I could have helped him. I'm such a fuck up. No wonder he won't look at me." The tears continued by the thousands, his hands pulling at his tresses, with fury and unknown strength.

"This happened right after we broke up." He mumbled the last few words, but Riley heard them.

"Why did you do it?" Riley asked, curiously.

"I don't fucking know; I was dumb as fuck. I got terrified at the thought that my boyfriend could die. So I figured if he died, I would be there with him. And, I know how fucked up that sounds. I also got scared of how much pain he was in and I couldn't help at all. I wanted to be numb, and I was there too long." He responded, his eyes crying tears of blood and pain.