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 Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2018 8:26 am
It took a few moments before Nick finally released Virell, and after resting his face against the male’s soft blonde hair for what felt like forever and at the same time felt as though it had hardly been a moment, he pulled away and walked slowly back to his seat, picking up both boxes of food. “Yeah…yeah okay, that sounds good…thanks, Relly.”
His voice was soft and it took all of the strength that he had not to break into tears of his own. This wasn’t…easy. This wasn’t fun. But…
He hadn’t ******** it up.
Yet.
“I’ll…I’ll call you okay? Or text, or you can text me…I…Tell me how the shoot went, okay?” There was no shoot. He knew that. Virell wouldn’t have asked him to hang out if he had a shoot later on in the day. He wasn’t that stupid.
Glancing away from the containers in his hands, Nick managed to look again at Virell, and even managed a small smile, though it was short lived. “We’ll get through this, Relly…I know we’ll get through this…I’ll see you soon, okay? You…you take care of yourself…”
He didn’t want to just leave. But with a great effort he turned away and drew in a breath. “Ready to go? I think we’re parked in the same area, I thought I saw your car about a row away from mine, unless I was mistaken…”
He hoped he hadn’t been. He hoped they could walk out together but…at the same time he knew that wouldn’t be the case. He knew this was the moment of parting and he hated himself. Utterly hated himself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2018 8:52 am
“My car?” Virell prompted, trying his hardest to keep up the façade of being all right. “No, not unless you parked over at the dealership on 8th. It’s in for a touch up and I’m not picking it up until tomorrow. But it was nice that you looked for it.”
He didn’t explain how he’d gotten here, or how he planned to leave, but it didn’t seem like it was any major concern of his. He stood and brushed himself off. Instinctively, he lifted his phone and selected the camera; holding it up to his face, he grimaced. He brushed at his cheeks, hating the way he could see color smear under his touch. His eyes were red and his cheeks were splotchy and he seemed like, for the first time in a while, he was uncomfortable in his own skin. He hated this infinitely more than he had hated being orange. “I have to make a pit stop at the bathroom, I look terrible. But, go on without me. We’ll catch up later. Text me so I know you get home safe.”
It wasn’t that he didn’t think Nick couldn’t get home. It was just that he wanted a reason to have a text from him when he got home.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2018 8:25 am
“Oh, well…I must have been mistaken then…”
He knew he wasn’t. He had looked into the car, known it was Virell’s. But…there was no point in arguing. Slowly Nick took a few steps away from the table and managed to flash a small smile. “I’ll text you, Relly. Be safe getting home. You text me too, okay?” Nick almost turned back, almost again lost all of his control and broke down, but…instead he gave a small wave and began walking again.
He would talk to Arias.
He would cry and rage and complain to Arias…and everything would be okay. The decision had been made…and for once…Nick was going to stick with it.
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