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I've been so wrong, for so long
Thought I could live without the love that you give
I was wrong, oh, so wrong
Type made his way back to his dorm after spending the afternoon with Techno. He'd had another fight with Tharn and had needed to clear his head.
He hated that Tharn made him feel so good; hated how he craved Tharn's touch; hated himself for wanting it so much.
He was confused. For as long as he could remember, he's hated gay people. He's not even sure why. No, that's lie. He knows why, he just refuses to think about it. He buries those memories deep down.
Type sighed and opened his dorm room door. The sight that greeted him, made him stop and blink in shock.
There were boxes scattered around Tharn's side of the room. Said man came out of the bathroom carrying his toiletries.
"What's going on? Where are you going?" Type asked.
"Moving out." Tharn replied without looking at him.
"What?"
"That's what you wanted, wasn't it? Looks like you got it." Tharn said, his voice void of emotion. It made Type shiver.
"You can't just leave!"
"I was hoping to have finished before you came back." Tharn mused, ignoring Type's comment.
"Are you listening? You can't just leave!" Type said raising his voice.
"Why not? You clearly don't want me around. You push me away every time I so as much as try to touch you in public. I'm not some cheap whore you can have whenever you feel like it."
"Oh, so it's my fault? You're the one that left marks on my neck whilst I was passed out!"
"I apologised for that! You're the one that suggested we sleep together in the first place. You asked me." Tharn began to raise his voice too. His fists clenched at his sides.
Type didn't have an answer for that. It was true, it had been his idea. But he was damned if he was going to lose this argument.
"Don't pretend like you didn't jump at the chance to get me into bed. You were eyeing me up like a piece of meat way before I said anything. It doesn't matter anyway, it meant nothing to me."
As soon as he said the words, he wished he could have taken them back. Those moments he spent with Tharn meant everything to him. He treasured every one of them.
Why couldn't he just say it? Why did he have to be such an arsehole all the time?
"Guess it's a good thing I'm leaving then."
Type felt like a bucket of ice had been dumped over him.
"You won't have to deal with me now." Tharn looked straight into Type's eyes as he spoke.
Type could see the tears gathering in the corners of Tharn's eyes. He could see the hurt swimming in them.
Before he could stop himself, more words came tumbling from his mouth.
"Yeah you're right. It is a good thing. It's not like I'm gonna miss you."
Why?! Why did he keep talking?
Tharn turned away from him. Type sensed the argument was over and decided to leave. He couldn't bare to stay any longer.
He never saw the tears that fell from Tharn's eyes and didn't notice the ones falling from his own.