'The one that got away..'

"I ain't gonna stand here and listen to whatever nonsense you are spoutin', I'm leaving."

"Then say it, Dimitri. Say it and I'll gladly leave."

"Rainer. Quit it. Go home."

"Say you don't love me. That all those times we were together was nothing more than a play."

"I don't-" He paused, his breathing heavy and hard as he stared at the man in front of him with anger, vexation, and a hint of hesitation underneath. "I.. I don't.."

"You won't say it because you can't say it. Because we both know, deep down, despite all the things you've been taught," The blonde raised an accusing finger at him. "You do love me. You're just too scared to admit it aloud, afraid you'd be labeled the same thing as me, isn't that right?"
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Dimitri (Fakir) Walton, a black man born and raised in America with his white father, Damien, a strict and normal American that married his now wife, Tamsira, though he doesn't call her by her name. It wasn't an American name, after all.

He grew up in a rich home, privileges he was gifted, and already had a wife chosen out for him. It was a dream! But then, why does he continue to be so resentful? What went wrong?

Was it when he fought with his parents a few years ago about his freedom? Or when he nearly died from the cop's ruthless beatings from the false allegations? Or maybe..

It was when he met him. Rainer Dieter, a young German man who already knew who he was, who faced the world with a bright, resilient smile that nobody could ever take?

It was funny, truly, how much their personalities clashed like water and fire, and yet, managed to keep up with each other, never straying too far from the other. They were close. Too close.

So what'll happen when one starts questioning himself? When he's faced with the responsibilities that were bestowed upon him and the chance to finally let go and break free of his chains?

When he gets to choose for what his heart desires, for what he himself wants.