Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2014 6:37:42 GMT
You know, everything had started out perfectly. A storybook romance couldn't have gone better. Best friends who finally fell in love, and after some trials and tribulations, they were finally together. They were in the clear. Everything was going to end up just fine — they'd graduate high school, maybe get married, adopt a kid or something. Everything was like a Nicholas Sparks movie.
For a little while, anyways, it seemed like everything was going to be okay. Orion might've even said that he was in love with Arlo. They were young, yes, but Orion knew how he felt, even if the feeling was completely foreign. Arlo made him happy, Arlo made him feel safe, and Arlo was always on his thoughts. Everything was Arlo, and everything was alright.
But they were teenagers. For sure, they were near twenty, but they were still kids. So young and still so early in their journey of life. Nothing created so haphazardly was meant to last. It was like a rusted over jalopy in a lot of sparkling sports cars, and the rust formed quickly on the relationship just like it did on the body of the old car.
Even so, it was unexpected. Unexpected like getting the wind knocked out of your lungs, unexpected like a hailstorm in the middle of August. Arlo's expression had gotten colder but that was normal, wasn't it? He never looked that happy. But Orion never expected to hear those words from Arlo, his boyfriend, his best friend. As it seemed, they were neither of these things anymore.
"This isn't working out," was all he'd really said. "Sorry, but it just isn't."
Orion didn't know what to say or do, so he stood there emotionless as possible until they parted ways and he'd returned home. Usually the two boys would spend time together after school but based on what Arlo'd said, that just...wouldn't be happening as often.
They didn't see each other much after that. Maybe passing in the hallways or that one class they'd had together, but that didn't matter since they sat very separated now. The year went and passed and the days flew by and soon graduation was upon them. There were no greetings, no smiles, nothing whatsoever. The ceremony went by without a hitch, of course, but it was nothing Orion cared to remember. He tried to ignore the fact that there was a boy he loved sitting a few rows back. A boy he still loved.
When they left that room, Orion didn't know it would be the last time he'd see Arlo for a long time. Years went by. He got a job, he found another relationship, he got the family he'd always wanted. Seeing that familiar face across a crowd was like a dagger in his heart and twisting the blade, bringing up the old scabs and scar tissue from so long ago.
It was like a dream, a bleeding dream where the background was fuzzy and his stomach was in knots. And just as soon as it had come on it left, with Arlo turning and leaving and getting lost in the crowd as Orion stared ahead, still lost in his ever-tumultuous mind.
He didn't know what Arlo was doing or how his life was going but one thing seemed to be a constant. He didn't need Orion now, just like he hadn't needed him back then. The dagger in his heart twisted harder, and Orion be damned if he wasn't bleeding out onto the floor, staining his white shoes.
Not that it mattered anyway.
It just didn't work out.
For a little while, anyways, it seemed like everything was going to be okay. Orion might've even said that he was in love with Arlo. They were young, yes, but Orion knew how he felt, even if the feeling was completely foreign. Arlo made him happy, Arlo made him feel safe, and Arlo was always on his thoughts. Everything was Arlo, and everything was alright.
But they were teenagers. For sure, they were near twenty, but they were still kids. So young and still so early in their journey of life. Nothing created so haphazardly was meant to last. It was like a rusted over jalopy in a lot of sparkling sports cars, and the rust formed quickly on the relationship just like it did on the body of the old car.
Even so, it was unexpected. Unexpected like getting the wind knocked out of your lungs, unexpected like a hailstorm in the middle of August. Arlo's expression had gotten colder but that was normal, wasn't it? He never looked that happy. But Orion never expected to hear those words from Arlo, his boyfriend, his best friend. As it seemed, they were neither of these things anymore.
"This isn't working out," was all he'd really said. "Sorry, but it just isn't."
Orion didn't know what to say or do, so he stood there emotionless as possible until they parted ways and he'd returned home. Usually the two boys would spend time together after school but based on what Arlo'd said, that just...wouldn't be happening as often.
They didn't see each other much after that. Maybe passing in the hallways or that one class they'd had together, but that didn't matter since they sat very separated now. The year went and passed and the days flew by and soon graduation was upon them. There were no greetings, no smiles, nothing whatsoever. The ceremony went by without a hitch, of course, but it was nothing Orion cared to remember. He tried to ignore the fact that there was a boy he loved sitting a few rows back. A boy he still loved.
When they left that room, Orion didn't know it would be the last time he'd see Arlo for a long time. Years went by. He got a job, he found another relationship, he got the family he'd always wanted. Seeing that familiar face across a crowd was like a dagger in his heart and twisting the blade, bringing up the old scabs and scar tissue from so long ago.
It was like a dream, a bleeding dream where the background was fuzzy and his stomach was in knots. And just as soon as it had come on it left, with Arlo turning and leaving and getting lost in the crowd as Orion stared ahead, still lost in his ever-tumultuous mind.
He didn't know what Arlo was doing or how his life was going but one thing seemed to be a constant. He didn't need Orion now, just like he hadn't needed him back then. The dagger in his heart twisted harder, and Orion be damned if he wasn't bleeding out onto the floor, staining his white shoes.
Not that it mattered anyway.
It just didn't work out.