Size: 2k (maybe less)
Date: 20 February 2001
Summary: Iíve had this dialogue floating in my head for a while. But it doesnít fit with any of my fics. I know itís two men, but I couldnít tell you who. WARNING: itís a little depressing.
Scene: A darkened room. Two voices almost whispering but clearly male.
Youíre pushing me away.
I have to.
Why? Whatís wrong?
I donít know.
Say something. Tell me something.
I feel like Iím not me right now. Although, I donít know who me is, either.
I donít care about anything right now. Not my work. Not my friends. Not our relationship. And not even me. IóI donít want to lose you but I canít ask you to stay with me when I canít tell you whoíll youíll be with.
No. It really is better this way.
It has to be. It canít get worse.
I think it just did.