Trial and Error (A Laxon Story)

Rain lashed against Jaxon's sun-kissed skin, each drop stinging like a needle, yet he felt nothing-numb and frozen in place as he stared straight ahead. Before him stood the man he loved, his warm chestnut eyes brimming with sorrow, and though the sight of him twisted something sick and fearful deep in Jaxon's chest, he found himself unable to look away,

"Damn it! Why?!"

His voice broke, raw and desperate, every word a plea he never thought he'd speak. Betrayal tore through him, sharp and burning, and tears pricked at his eyes as he dragged a shaking hand through his dark hair. Those eyes-the same eyes that once made his world feel whole-now belonged to the person who had shattered it.

Without waiting for an answer, Jaxon spun on the heels of his black boots, his broad, tense back turned to the only person who had ever mattered, and began to walk away.

"Jaxon, wait-"

The voice behind him was thick with regret and desperation, reaching out as if to pull him back. But before he could say more, Jaxon shot him a glance that cut deeper than any blade. The gaze that had once held nothing but love and tenderness was now cold, hard, and filled with bitter hatred.

"Save it!" he snapped, every word laced with resentment.

He felt foolish now-foolish for ever believing someone could truly love him. After all, who could love someone like him? Arrogant, selfish, quick to anger, and always ready to hurt before he could be hurt. And yet, for a little while, their love had felt so real, so true.

He turned away again and kept walking, but with every step he took, the anger and hatred slipped away, leaving behind only the broken pieces of his heart.

Then, a sharp blare of a car horn shattered the illusion, yanking him back to reality in an instant. With a jolt, he realized where he stood-right in the middle of the road, with an oncoming vehicle rushing straight toward him.