Taken

But Its Not

The doors slid open and Jasper walked in to hear things slamming and Torrens ragged breaths. "Torren." Suddenly there was silence and the boy appeared in front of him, eyes red and puffy with knuckles to match.

"What?" Jasper sighed and shook his head, his thick braids moving against his shoulders. "What's the matter." Torren clenched his fists. "Why the fuck are we just pretending nothing happened?" He gritted.

"We don't have to," He said quietly. "Do you want to talk about it?" The blonde gritted his teeth. He was so angry. He had been holding everything inside for almost a week now, and you can't pour baking soda into vinegar and expect it not to explode just cause you put a lid on it.

Eventually, the pressure will build and become far too much, and that's when the real damage is done. "Yes!" "You almost fucking died and it is a big fucking deal." He snarled. "I thought you were fucking dead, and if you weren't I didn't think it would be much longer."

Tears began to spill down his cheeks. "I don't wanna pretend nothing happened, because it did and I was fucking scared!" Jasper watched him and carefully opened his arms, and Torren immediately jumped into the warm embrace.

"I'm sorry Torren." He kissed the boy's head, but Torren shook his head slowly. "You're the only one who got hurt so why...?" "Clearly I'm not." He smiled sadly and squeezed Torren, who sighed.

"I just..." He shook his head and squeezed the taller boy. "I feel bad for yelling at Marie like that." He nodded. "She understands." Torren sighed, digging his face into the boy's shoulder. "She shouldn't have to, I shouldn't have attacked her like that."

Jasper nodded. "You were a bit harsh..." The blonde sighed again but stayed silent. "I almost died."Jasper said suddenly. "I didn't feel it, and I wasn't awake for it....but my mom passed away, so I was almost ready to...to let it happen."

Torren squeezed him tighter. "Alcarion told us everything that happened." He shook his head, his blonde hair a stark contrast against the beautiful dark skin of his boyfriend. "It took us three days to talk to him again." He shook his head. "I'm so sorry about your mom."

Jasper allowed tears to flow down his cheeks. "It's ok, I mean, it's not, but I'll manage." He hugged the boy tightly, trying so hard to beg the universe to let him keep him forever.

"Why were you so upset with Dalorian?" Torren shook his head. "At first, we thought he might have pushed you, he looked so guilty, and I didn't want to believe it but...." Jasper sighed. "It was in the back of your minds."

He nodded. "Marie locked him out, wouldn't let him in at the same time as her and stayed in a guest room." The boy meandered around the spare room, not nearly as homey as their own. "Today was supposed to be some form of apology..."

Jasper sighed. "You guys shouldn't blame him, I chose to sit on the edge of that cliff." Torren nodded. "I know, we needed someone to blame, we were angry, and scared." He sighed, Tears gathering in his eyes again. "We should be apologizing to him."

Jasper nodded. "Yeah, and you should apologize to Marie, and Dalorian-to me for not telling me about my mom." The blonde nodded. "He must've felt so alone trying to cope with what happened, and even worse after we....after I..." His chest throbbed painfully and he bit his lip, tears dripping down his cheeks.

"I fucked up so bad." He shook his head. "Everyone makes shitty mistakes Torren, I know you didn't mean it, and after you apologize to the other two, eventually I'm sure they'll forgive you."

He paused, hands buried in his dirty blonde hair. "What if they don't?" Jasper shook his head. "You love them?" Torren blushed and nodded. "Then you have to try."

"Ok." He grabbed the larger boy's hand tightly, their skin contrasting starkly against one another's in a satisfying way.
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Hey y'all, sorry it's so short and took so long to get out, writers block is kicking my ass and I've got no inspiration to write lately, but I'll be back on track soon, thanks for sticking around and reading. Have a good day/night : p