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Post by Kit Livingston on Apr 18, 2010 0:36:49 GMT
Kit shook his head. He knew that Zeke believed every word that he was saying, but he still knew it was overdramatic, and the reality was that he would get over it. People always got over these things, people always bounced back, no matter how much it hurt. "Zek, it's not pathetic..." he comforted, folding his legs in front of him on the bed and putting his hands on his shoulder. His voice was soft, like a primary school teacher, like a parent or a siblings or even just a friend. "It's not," he enforced, moving his head to be wherever his gaze was. "You will be fine, Zeke. You'll get over it if you tell yourself you can. It wasn't right, you know it wasn't."
He sighed, watching Zeke. It felt like a weight had been lifted, and now he just had to look after his friend. "I won't stop you if you want to leave, Zeke... but I think if you go then it'll be more awkward. It's up to you, Zeke. I mean, if you think it'll help I'll just vanish. I'll miss your company, but I'll understand." [/font]
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Apr 18, 2010 0:55:22 GMT
Zeke let his words go into one ear and out the other as he just nodded. It was really over. Kit was officially ending it. Well, whatever ‘it’ was. Zeke looked at him with a small smile that didn’t exactly look happy or sad. “If it’s what you think…” He said quietly knowing that he’d get used to this yes, but in the end he’d still love Kit. He didn’t want anyone else or maybe Kit was right. Maybe this was for the best. Zeke couldn’t help but disagree. He knew that even after this he’d wait for nothing and wait for no one. Zeke stood up off the bed. “It’s not that I want you to vanish…I guess I want too.” He smiled pushing his hair back with a sigh. “I think I’ll go Kit.” Zeke said biting his lip and looking at the wall. “If you need anything at all I’m still always here. I guess I’ll see you…whenever.” Zeke nodded unsure what to feel. He stepped out of the room.
He knew what he felt, sadness. He wouldn’t be able to go on. He didn’t want to. However he’d fake it, he’d fake moving on so that way Kit could move on to whatever he really wanted. So that way maybe what was fake could be real and Zeke would move on, or maybe not. Maybe he’d be stuck like this his whole life. Zeke wiped at his eyes furiously heading toward his room. He didn’t know when he’d see Kit again, or where. He loved him still, and he’d be at his beck and call. Zeke was pathetic and Kit couldn’t tell him otherwise.
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