He Stole My Wallet [ManxBoy]

// convo #27 // "When you put it like that, it sounds like suicide."

Allan // Amore
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"Amore, I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"Yesterday..."

"I deserved that."

"No, you didn't. I... What you said just reminded me of everything I went through with my dad. He said the same exact thing to me on my birthday. He didn't know it was my birthday, dude. How do you suddenly forget your own son's birthday?"

"Allan, I didn't know. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean what I said."

"It's fine. Let's move past this."

"Yeah... sure."

"How's everything going with the business?"

"I've never wanted to burn down a building so much in my entire life."

"Why would you want to burn down Amore?"

"When you put it like that, it sounds like suicide."

"How comes?"

"It's my name, idiot."

"Oh, right."

[Amore smiled and let out a soft chuckle at how dumb his friend was. He felt at ease after letting out such a tiny giggle, he wondered how it would feel to have a full-on, side-aching, floor-rolling laugh. Of course, he could never experience that; he never allowed himself to. He'd constantly remind himself that after laughter always comes pain, so he never allows himself happiness, but with Allan in the picture, he finds it hard to maintain that motto.]