He loves me, Steven loves me!
What?
Just how did that happen? Steven can't love me. Please love someone else. Raya if you must, but not me.
Why did you have to tell me this?
"Fuck..."
David's head was on a wide goose chase. Now it all made sense, Steven has never dated anyone in his entire life, for fuck's sake he got kissed and ran away. "Who does that?!" He never guessed, hell, he wouldn't have guessed. But to be in love with him. That was more than he could take, so he just looked at him one last time and left.
Never coming back.
The looks of him.
He looked so tormented, so much pain written all over his face. David could see just how badly Steven was hurting, probably regretting ever telling him.
But he asked a question and he got an answer.
David could not believe he had just come here on a 4 hours flight and now he was on his way for another fucking 4 hours, 8 hours on a plane in one day! He was definitely going to be sick.
Raya!
What would he tell her? She mustn't know, David knew he had better look up a really good lie to tell her.
He just can't begin to imagine the pains Steven would be going through at the moment, and to be honest he doesn't want to think about it or him. He would just pretend none of this ever happened.
Great, like I'm just going to act like Steven did not just confess his love for me.
I am his first love.
His only love.
He is also a married man, and even if he isn't, he doesn't play that wing, Steven of all people should have known that he was the wrong guy to be in love with.
You shouldn't have said anything.
You never should have said anything.
"I'm sorry, Steven. But, I can't love you like that."
David whispered to himself.
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The rain kept pouring down and mixing with his uncontrollable tears, both falling in tandem and uniting on the tiled floor, even the wind is giving out a sad and frozen breeze, so sad that it seems to shatter his broken heart the more.
It has been two weeks since David walked out of his life permanently.
Two weeks of pure nothingness.
Two whole miserable weeks, of wanting nothing more but to forget, wishing to die, never wanting to wake up to the realization that David is no longer part of his life, not now that he's come to know the true meaning of what he felt.
Two weeks of complete silence, only the droplets of his tears building a never-ending pool around him.
Steven needed to move on.
How long does he plan on staying in this miserable state? He has absolutely no idea. But one thing is sure. He was never leaving this room.
This room holds so many sweet and happy memories of David and him together, this used to be his favorite part of the house that he loves so much and would always want to be down here, simply because it has a back door that leads to the outdoor gardens. A huge fireplace right in the middle, An expensive side built-in bar. A very uncomfortable television sitting in a position even he would feel sorry for himself if he was sat in such a state, but it's there because David thought its the best angle to play video games on. The room is painted with an all-white wall, that has endless pictures and paintings of David and himself, from sleeping in their tiny little cradles to their first day of kindergarten. Their mothers insisted on taking a photo since they found their children's nervousness amusing, how they held onto each other's hands for support while they walked into the school.
This room is like a reminder of their lives until this day, he seriously does not know if sitting in this room was good for him and he doesn't care. His eyes wandered and came to a stop on the big bed right in a corner at the far end of the room, a thin smile crossed Steven's lips, as he remembered the argument they both had on that fateful day, as he wanted a white bedspread on it but David insisted on blues, so they made it a blue and white bed, of course, the spreads are white, but the six pillows all around the bed are blue. So many nights they had slept on this bed holding onto each other, keeping warm. David would always hold onto him each and every night when he sleeps, a habit he's always had on him, and it was so right, Steven felt safe and at home.
I miss him so much my heart bleeds.
Steven felt his heart ache
David hasn't even called.
Steven knew he left his phone in the room upstairs. The same room he had graciously ruined their relationship in, the room David had walked out on him in, the last room that he wants to see or be in right now. If David had indeed tried to call and not reach him, they kept a private line right here in this room. But Steven knows David hates him now, he should have held his tongue and not said a word. Perhaps die a miserable man not knowing or experiencing love.
At least he would still have him.
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Cheaters Not Sinners {COMPLETED✔}
Romance[ The Fiction Awards 2019 Winner ••• Best Of Lgbt ] Steven turned back around and was headed to his room, he unlocked the door and went inside, just as he was about closing the door, he felt a push and David stepped into the room and clicked the doo...
