Tell Me (BoyxBoy)
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Have you had a crush?
Have you ever loved?
Have you ever been loved... back?
"Tate?" He called for me in the dimly lit room. His voice sounded harsh and irritated, something I've never heard before.
My head hung low and eyes trained in the carpeted floor. I could never raise my head in shame and in guilt. For so long I kept him in the dark.
"Is it true? The way you feel about me?" He asked. A question full of hope that I would deny. A question that could end our friendship "Tell me?!" He yelled and I flinched back. My eyes stung from the tears that started to form and as expected, they fell.
For once, tonight, I had the courage to look at him. He looked so broken and in pain. It made my heart hurt even more. The man I love is in pain and I made him feel like this.
"I - I didn't mean - " I was cut off when he crossed the room with heavy steps, fist balled and knuckles whitening. I stepped back in fear, I trust that he wouldn't hurt me despite of what he knew but he caught me in between my shoulders, his grip was so hard I fought not to wince.
"TELL.ME.THE.TRUTH!" He bellowed and I whimpered, my legs felt like jelly in fear. If not of his hold, I would have dropped to the floor. "Please..." He pleaded softly and it broke my heart more. This is how broken he felt?
"I - I love you... I love you more than just a friend." I said weakly, the tears never ceased to fall.
"You Moron!" His grip was gone but then I felt something hard hit my face. I staggered back but something stopped my fall. If hitting me would make him feel good, then so be it, to ease the pain of the man I love.
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