He’s a contradiction, he knows. He wants to love, but he doesn’t want to be loved. He wants to understand, but he doesn’t want to be understood. It’s far easier that way, he thought. It would fall so perfectly with how everything should be if it remained so. After all, he’s so used to that. He’s used to others leaving him and he’s used to others talking to him with malice in their voice. So, what is this? This, their final spotlight. Their final night as the two of them. This, with him knowing that the amber beside him will be treasured by those who deserves him more than a man like ever would. Why doesn’t he want to say goodbye, this time?
He turns to the boy next to him and catches bright eyes and a smile. It is the ending, it is a single spotlight. But here he sees himself reflected back for the first time, entirely as he should be. He sees a glimmer he can hope is affection. Ah, don’t show me that. Don’t look at me, don’t love me. But he feels his lips forming a smile. He feels his tongue forming the word love once more, bitterly so.
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The word love is still bitter on his tongue
