[CLOSED] why don't you love me?

[monroe owen hughes]

"Or never. Zain.." He choked out, gently pulling him so he was laying down again. He ignored the tears pouring down his cheeks, reaching over to stroke his cheek. "There's a reason you didn't die.. Please don't.. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I didn't go a little faster. I'm sorry I can't get over you. I'm sorry we're both broken like a couple of idiots but please.. Don't die. I need you here to drive me crazy.." He laced their fingers together, squeezing his hand gently. "I don't care if I'm nothing to you, okay? Just please don't die.. Please.."

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain cried softly, but didn't reach for them again. He gazed up at him brokenly. "You were right though.." He rasped, pulling the oxygen mask away. "I'm just a fucking idiot, Monroe. Okay? I had it in my goddamn head that maybe someone cared for once...that maybe someone didn't care I have problems... I don't wanna live if that's the case... E- everything you said, love doesn't matter... Just fucks us up more.." He looked away. "I don't blame you...for not caring that I wanna die."

[monroe owen hughes]

"I do care, Zain. That's the problem. I don't care if you have problems. I have problems too. And problems aside, you're prince fucking charming as far as I'm concerned. I do care, okay?" He stroked his hair gently, getting carefully to his feet with his crutches, he leaned over, kissing him gently before he sat back down.

"If I didn't care, I wouldn't have tried to die with you, Zain.. I would have rather died with you than live without you, that's what scares me.. Love will drive you crazy, but I need to be crazy.. I'm not Monroe if I'm not crazy.." He stroked his hair gently, tears falling down his cheeks.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain closed his eyes at the kiss, bit his lip. "I'm nit prince charming.." He whispered brokenly. He opened his eyes again, just watching him quietly. His jaw trembled. "I'm sorry I wrecked your car.." He mumbled. "I'm nothing worth dying for, Monroe." He shifted his weight some in discomfort, his back aching. He touched what wasn't covered of his riht side by the brace, frowned. No feeling at all.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Eighth car in three months. My dad's gonna be pissed. But I don't care." He shrugged. He usually just got lectured, then given another car. He just happened to have been fond of this one.

"But it's not worth living without you, either.." He mumbled, looking down to mess with his crutch. He realized his piercing was gone and felt suddenly naked. He chewed on his lip despite the pain. "You don't have to like me. You don't even have to talk to me if you don't want to. I probably gotta get back to my bed anyways. I just.." Wanted to see him? Wanted to try and get off his chest what he had been hiding? He didn't know. All he knew was Zain was the same Zain and didn't want him. He pulled himself up. "Just wanted to see if you were okay.."

[zain marshal rhoston]

"Wait," Zain rasped, reaching out desperately. "I do like you, Monroe. I do want to talk to you...that's why I'm so fucking upset about this.... A-...after the acid...the way you looked at me.. Spoke to me... I just thought I'd fucked everything up again, figured you never cared..." He swallowed, drawing in a soft breath. "Don't go...please..."

[monroe owen hughes]

"As much as I wish I could say I don't care, I'd be lying. And my mom always told me that makes your nose grow. Or your junk shrink. Either way." He sat down slowly, trying to process what Zain had just said. He needed to pace, needed to think. But he couldn't. So he was forced to tap his good foot, chewing on his lip.

"I'm gonna go get a drink of water. I'd offer to bring you something back, but my hands are kinda tied." He said, getting up on his crutches. "I'll be right back. Okay?"

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smirked just the faintest bit, a brief spark of his old self. "That would suck for you.." He teased softly. He nodded faintly. "Okay..." He breathed, eyed the wheelchair a moment. "Just- hold up." He sat up, huffed breathlessly as he carefully swung his legs over the bed, pulling his jeans on, letting them ride low since the brace continued to his lower back. He walked over to him, bending to kiss him gently.

[monroe owen hughes]

"I would be devastated." He said, smiling over at him. He was glad one of them could walk. He kissed him back, reaching his hand up to cup his cheek gently. He pulled away after a bit, not wanting to hurt him. He seemed breathless enough.

He started slowly out of the room, making his way to the vending machines. He always kept money hidden in his jeans. He reaches into the waist band of his pants, pulling out his money. He fed it into the machine, getting his water. He handed the change to Zain, then walked over to one of the chairs, his bottle in his mouth.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smiled, tried catching his breath as the kiss was broken. It grew a bit shallower as they walked, and he leaned up against the machine, trying to catch it softly again. He messed with one of the straps of the brace, then took the change with his good left hand and put it in the machine, getting himself a water. He sat down beside Monroe, head absently finding his shoulder. "I would have been happy to die holding your hand," He murmured, fumbling with his phone. The brace on his wrist made it far too difficult to text.