Thats gay dude.. (Completed)

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We both walk into the lovely park. Some how, his eyes sparke. I look around and sigh blissfully.

"Where first?" I look at him. He smiles.

"Can we just sit for awhile?"

I nod. I start walking to the soft field. I watch him as we walk. His smile is so bright. It could lighten anyones day.

We get to the middle, and i pull my hand away and sit. He moves over to me and quickly sits on my lap. He wraps his arms around me and hugs my close. I smile. I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle into his neck. I love holding him close. He puts all of his weight on me and i hear a grunt of discomfort. I hum at him.

"Youre boney."

"Oh, yeah, im sorry."

He pulls his head away so he could look st me.

"Have you been eating?"

I nod. "Yes, i just, im trying to gain it back"

"Back? What do you mean?"

"I um, i dont eat much when im stressed... or i guess, sad?"

"Oh... no, Tord."

"Im sorry"

"No, dont be." He sighs softly and rubs my back.

"Im the one whos sorry."

I shake my head. "Its okay, that doesnt matter now. Im happy"

He smiles weakly and nods. But his smile fades.

"You were really sad?"

I can tell hes thinking. He looks down for a moment then back up at me.

"Was it more than just 'sad'?"

I feel something bad burst in my heart. I dont want to tell him. He grabs onto the back of my coat. Hes still thinking.

"...your arm?"

I shake my head. He looks like hes going to cry, i can see the tears forming.

"N-no, i- ..."

What am i supposed to say. I dont want to lie.

"Show me." He pulls his arms away he grabs my left hand, ready to pull my sleeve up. I stop him and hold my sleeve down.

He looks at me. Hes not letting his tears fall. But i can feel mine gushing.

He takes my left hand into both of his.

"Tord..."

I sniffle and hiccup. He looks like theres somethibg he wants to say.

"W-what?" I use my free hand to wipe my eyes.

He takes a breath "is it really bad?"

I shrug and he takes it as a yes.

"Please show me, i would show you."

"D-dont be upset"

"Im not, and i wont."

"P-promise"

He nods "i promise"

I nod and look at my arm. I reach over and carefully push my sleeve up.

I hear him gasp as he looks at it.

"Tord, what were you trying to do?" He looks at me.

"I-it wasnt like that"

"It looks like it was"

"I-it wasnt"

Tom takes a second to think.

"What was it then?"

"I-i didnt want to hurt anyone"

He nods and looks away, pulling my sleeve back down. He lets go of my hand and hugs me.

"Youre not doing it anymore, right?"

I dont answer, and he hugs me tighter.

"Im gonna find something else for you to do this to."

I hate myself, alot now. I belong in a mental Institution. This behavoir is disgusting.

He rubs my back.

I feel disgusting.