[CLOSED] we die young.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"See, that's where you're wrong." He said, shifting his weight a bit. "I will always want you, no matter what. No matter who you become, what you do. You'll always be the person I love." He drew in a deep breath, looking out at the water.

"Dylan?" Mat looked up and saw a skinny boy standing there.

"This is yo- oh, he can't hear, right? Okay, well, my shift's over." He pulled himself to his feet with a groan. He dusted off his pants, careful not to touch the boy.

'Dad wanted me to come get some fruit.' He nodded towards the fruit stands down the road. 'You wanna come back for smoothies? You can bring your friend.' He signed, and looked around, but Mat was already trudging up the hill, making his way back to the cemetery.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"I'll always love you too," He whispered, tensing and looking up. He bit at his lip some, watching Mat stand. No...he couldn't go, not yet.. He couldn't lose him again..."

Tears burned in his eyes. 'Okay, I'll come,' He signed, still sitting with his ass in the sand. He looked over his shoulder, watching Mat walk away. One thing he had never thought he would see; him turning back and walking away. He sat frozen, tears dripping slowly down his cheeks.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash sat down next to him, reaching over and taking his hand gently. "Y-you're okay? Did he hu-hurt you?" He asked, bending down to look at him. He brushed away his tears, leaning over to kiss him gently. He wrapped his arms around him gently, hugging him tightly.

"I-it's okay, Dylan. H-he's gone now. Come on. Nothing.. was ever a-accomplished by being lazy." He said, pulling Dylan to his feet. He stood up next to him, his hand in Dylan's.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"I'm fine," Dylan mumbled, not caring if he heard or not. "Just-..." Just a broken heart, right? He met the kiss halfheartedly. 'I'm such a fucking cheat,' He thought bitterly.

"I didn't want him to leave..." He rasped, dusting himself off as he stood. He held Nash's hand loose, confused and hurt and more alone than he had ever felt before.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash couldn't hear what he was saying, wondered why he wasn't acting like Dylan. He usually made it a point to make sure he heard what he said. He let go of his hand, guessing he had done something wrong. He walked up to the woman, telling her he needed strawberries and bananas. She smiled and gave him the fruit, then a handful of grapes.

"Bye, baby." She told him, and he smiled, holding the bag close. He started eating his grapes, looking back to see if Dylan was following. "Grape?" He offered, holding his hand out.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan stared dejectedly at the ground as he got the fruit, looked up. He took one, forcing a smile, and popped it into his mouth, shoving his hands into his pocket.

He rubbed at the claw marks on his arm, touched his lips and found himself fighting tears once again.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash ate his grapes slowly, walking beside Dylan. He could tell something was bothering him. But he didn't push the issue. He didn't want him to leave. He opened the door to his dad's apartment, setting the fruit down. He finished his grapes, walking over to Dylan. He hugged him tightly.

"Y-you wanna talk about it?" He asked, reaching up to stroke his cheek gently. He didn't know what could get him so sad. He looked like he was about to cry.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan's throat restricted and he swallowed, shaking his head and drawing in a wavering breath. "Not right now, no..." He didn't want to cry in front of Nash's dad, rubbed at his face.

He hugged him gently, but couldn't shake those words; 'cheat, fake, liar...you can't have them both. You don't deserve either of them.'

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

"Okay.." He mumbled, wandering off into his room. He hadn't wanted a smoothie, just his grapes. He kicked off his shoes and crawled into the bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He had tests from his mom and his sisters. He ignored them, setting it on the night stand. He folded his arms over his chest, closing his eyes. He laid there quietly for a second before checking the bruises on his stomach. They looked bad, but better. He pulled his shirt back down, looking up at the ceiling. Why did he feel like he had done something wrong?

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan sighed shakily, watching him go. He dropped onto the couch dejectedly, staring at the floor, and finally curled up on his side and drew his knees to his chest.

He rolled over, burying his face against the back of the couch, shoulders shaking with his silent cries.