"You're.. breaking up with me?" The short purple-haired boy lifts his gaze from the ground. His taller lover, or previous lover, determinedly keeps his eyes fixed on the ground, his hands clenched at his side. He was trying not to cry, Zander could tell. But he couldn't hold it in. Jesus.... He isn't kidding... Zander thought to himself. Luke was standing outside of the periwinkle's house, hiding his face with his hair. Zander was at a loss for words. After a minute of processing Luke's words, he blinks back tears. "I thought... I thought you loved me." "I do!" Luke waves his arms in the slightest as he finally meets Zander's eyes, "I just.. I don't know.. I don't feel like- like..." "Say it." "I don't feel like I can be myself around you anymore."