I wanted him back so badly. So here, I gave him a week of my love and hoped it worked.
Day One: I gave him a bouquet of deep red roses. The colour of my heart, the colour of my love. I wrote this on my little card that I sent him.
Day Two: I gave him a card that I filled with my deepest emotions, with promises of more.
Day Three: I gave him a cake with the word Sorry on it, yes, I can bake.
Day Four: I mailed him a music sheet, with a song I wrote just for him. That night I played it for him, just outside his window.
Day Five: I gave him a pair of tickets for a music gig. By this point I knew he had a girlfriend.
Day Six: I gave him a watch, a really expensive one.
Day Seven: I finally knocked on his door.
His girlfriend opened the door and my face dropped a little, "Can I help you?"
"Can I speak to Kyle please?"
She looked me over, "You're the gay one, right?"
"He doesn't want to speak to you."
"Well I want to speak to him, please."
"Kyle, the gay guy wants to speak to you"
Kyle reluctantly dragged himself to the door. "I thought I made myself clear."
"'gay guy,'" he murmured under his breath, shaking his head, then he looked up, "Hey."
"Make this quick, faggot."
"Okay," I nodded, remembering how he said nothing he ever said like that was true, "So, what's your verdict?"
"You can't tell me you didn't get any of my gifts."
"I did. Asha says thanks for the roses, by the way"
"How did you two like the gig?"
"It was cool. Granted we did more making out than listening to the band"
"The watch, the music, the cake, the card? And that watch cost a bit."
"Yeah, I got all your stuff. What do you want?"
He looked down, avoiding his eyes. "Nothing, I just. I thought, I thought maybe-" He shook his head, "have fun with your girlfriend."
He smirked, "Thanks, I will."
"I love you."
"Get lost, queer boy"
“Kyle...” He looked at me, kind of annoyed. "You can't tell me you felt nothing for me."
He closed the door behind him and stepped outside. "Keep your voice down," he hissed.
"I'm sorry, but please,"
"Yes, I felt something for you"
"I'm so sorry."
"I got on with my life, Danny. So should you"
"I don't want my life without you."
"Well you ruined any chance of that"
"I'm sorry! I have tried everything to make it up to you!" He sighed, "I still. Love. You," he whispered.
He hesitated, "Move on, Danny"
"I don't want to," I whimpered.
He sighed and kissed me softly, "Now forget me"
My heart stopped and I shook my head, "I could never..."
"Forget me, Danny. Forget me and find someone else"
"I don't want to! I want you! Look at me, I have nothing. I had something and I fucked it up. Can you blame me for wanting the only thing I’m living for back?"
"It's true..." I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. He hugged me.
"I've lost my home, I never had a family and the man I thought I loved is a prick. I found you and I fucked that up..."
"I still care for you, Danny" I looked at my feet, "I do. But I've got Asha now"
"How long was it from us breaking till you went out?” He was silent. But I demanded an answer. "How long?"
"F-four h-hours?" I asked, my face turning pale as I backed away from him, "R-really?"
"I was angry. I was angry and it fucking hurt, okay?"
"I'm sorry! It hurt me too, I, I want so much to turn back time!"
"I should get back inside"
"Kyle," I grabbed his arm, "Please, don't leave me," I whined,
"Let go, Danny” I gave him the puppy dog eyes that had always worked on me.
"Kyle..." He gave me a pleading look. I slipped my hand from his wrist and shook his head, "I love you."
"I know you do"
"And you know you're all I have left?"
He groaned, "Yes"
"Then I should leave. One last question, where's the train station?"
"Tell me why"
"I want to know"
I shrugged, "I haven't decided yet,"
He sort of pinned me against the door, demanding an answer, “Tell me why you want to know"
"Just tell me"
"I haven't decided yet! I have nothing left!" I cried, desperation lining my voice, "I don't know whether to leave or... well," I didn't want to tell him anything, I didn't want him to know my other plans. I didn't want anyone to stop me.
"You're an idiot,” he pushed his lips to mine and I gasped.
I pulled back, "I thought... I thought, what's happening?"
"Shut up" He pushed himself on me again, his lips gracing mine and I smiled, kissing him back willingly. His fingers threaded through my hair and I grinned.
"What about... her?"
"You mean..." My face lit up. He kissed me again and tears began to run down my cheeks so I wrapped my arms around him and he cuddled me close.