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Chapter Ten

"I'm so fucking stupid."

Bam held his head in his hands, cursing himself. His body shaking from the deep breaths he took, holding back his tears. It was all he could do to stop himself from falling apart.

What would he do without his Aguero?

Why doesn't his Aguero understand just how much he loves him? He needs him more than anything else in the world. Why doesn't he understand?

Why does he reject him? Why does he refuse him? Does his Aguero not want to spend the rest of their lives together?

It echoed through him.

He doesn't love you. He doesn't love you. He doesn't love you.

The brunette rocked back and forth, his arms wrapping around his knees when he buried his face into them.

No. Stop it. He does. He does love me.

He argued with himself, fighting the dark part of his heart. That black void opening up inside him trying to swallow him whole. His internal struggle thrashing around, threatening to tear him apart.

And then he remembers.

He remembers all of their happy times together. When they were snuggling together on the sofa, cuddling in bed. The way Khun would pretend to be mad at him when he was being too clingy and needy. How his lover would cling to his warmth, kiss him on his forehead, his cheeks, his lips...

None of that was a lie...

He sniffed and hiccupped as he cursed himself and his insecurities. No matter how much they dragged him down, convinced him he was worthless and that his Aguero was too good for him, no matter how much he hurt his love, he would always need him.

Only him.

Bam prayed silently for his Gods forgiveness.

The brunette knew what he had to do.

He needed to banish his demons, vanquish them to the deepest depths of his soul.

He had to become a better man, one that could rise above his jealous and possessive outbursts, one that was worthy and deserving of his Gods love.

One that would never hurt his God again.

Taking his phone from his pocket, he shakily tapped the screen, getting frustrated when the tears smudged on the glass. Raising it to his ear, he took unsteady breaths waiting to hear the voice he favoured above all.

'The person you are trying to reach is not available, please leave a message after the tone'

The low beep rang out loud and clear as Bam chewed on his thumb nail.

"Aguero, it's me. Please call me. Please. I love you."

Weak voice pleading, begging in the message he left.

When he didn't receive a call back, he tried again five minutes later.

He left another message.

"Please Aguero, I'm so sorry. I love you so much. Please call me."

Another five minutes passed and Bam felt a horrid dread churning inside.

He left another message.

"Aguero, I love you so much. Please come home. Don't leave. Please come home."

Bam started calling his beloved with increasing frequency, desperate to hear his voice, to hear his soothing tones, his forgiveness.

No answer.