Chapter 12

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Aaron's POV

I stared at the letter after reading it. How could this have happened? Mark had never shown any signs of being gay. A tear drops onto the letter, smudging the ink. A tear I didn't even know I was shedding. I wiped at my eyes staring at the new wetness on my sleeve. Why am I crying? I don't like Mark like that. I'm straight! I pretty much screamed at myself in my head. I see one of Mark's shirts he must have left and another tear drops from my eye. Why is my body reacting like this. It's just a shirt. I pick it up and hold it close, breathing in his scent. His masculine musk still clings to it and I feel oddly secure. A feeling sprouts into chest, a feeling I never thought I would feel again.

Mark's POV

I walked into my own home in California. I sighed sadly, a tee escaping my eye. I wipe at it angrily. You did this to yourself Mark. I scolded myself mentally. Slowly I started unpacking. Hidden in my bag was one of Aaron's sweatshirts. I laid it out on the back of my computer chair and just stared at it a while. A smile spreads across my face slowly. It's a sad smile at all the good memories we had but can't have anymore. The tears start falling uncontrollably. I wipe at them but they just won't stop.

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