I Hate You, Conformist (Complete)

I Don't Forgive You

---Ike's pov---

I looked up at Firkle to notice his eyes were glazed over with tears.

I grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. He didn't wrap his arms around me, but he didn't push me away either.

"I'm sorry," was all I could manage to say.

"It's okay. You can love anyone you want, it doesn't have to be me," he says. He doesn't sound sad though, he sounds numb.

I cup his face and make him look at me, "Firkle- no, Georgie," no one ever called him his real name, "I love you more than anything. I want to be with you and I hate to see you like this. Please, tell me, you really forgive me."

He looks up at me, tears begin streaming down his face, "I really do forgive you. I could never be mad at you," he said his voice shakes.

"Do you really love me?" He asks looking down at his lap.

I pull his face to look at me, "I love you, Georgie."

He smiled, tears still staining his face, "I love you too, Ike."

I pulled him close to me and kissed him. He kissed me back and we continued to kiss for what seemed like forever. His arms tightly gripping my shoulders, my arms wrapped around his waist.

Then we heard a gasp.