Don't Leave
Black wrapped his arms tightly around his torso, trying to keep out the cold that was seeping through his thin sweater. He let out a stuttery breath and shivered as a gust of frosty wind blew past him. Why had he even come outside in the first place? There were a few snowflakes that fell slowly to the ground and landed on his face. So much had changed in such a short time. It had all happened when N had returned and Black had happened to run into him one day. His heart squeezed at the remembrance; N had asked to stay with him for awhile, just until he could find his own place. Black, being the nice person he is, agreed. But really, who could say no to N when he pleaded with those giant green puppy dog eyes? They had been living together for the past few months, but things had changed between them in that time. They had grown closer; they were friends-close friends. Black smiled faintly and wiped away a tear that had spilled over onto his cheek. It hurt to think about N. Black hated feeling this way; despised himself for the feelings he had for his closest friend. More hot tears ran down his face as he let his emotions get the better of him. He loathed himself; hated the way N made him feel. Over the time they'd gotten to know each other better, Black had found himself slowly falling for the older man. He snorted at himself and the ridiculousness of it entirely. Black was seventeen and N was twenty; it wasn't that big of an age difference, but he felt the need to find reasons to not feel this way for N. They all seemed to fall flat in comparison to his true feelings. N was too old for him; it was only by two and a half years. They were best friends; he wanted to be more. What if N didn't feel the same; he'd never know unless he tried. It was wrong in so many ways; he loved N with all his being. He loved N. Just those few words brought his life to hell. Maybe, if Black had enough time, he could tell N; he had a right to know. But it was too late; N was going to leave soon. N had announced at dinner a few nights ago that he would be moving to the Johto region to assist in a Pokémon research and rescue center. Black's heart had been shattered by the news. Johto was so far away from Unova. It was likely that they'd never see each other again and Black didn't know how to take the news. He was happy for N-really he was-but not being able to see N seemed like the worst torture imaginable. So, before he could let N see his sadness, Black had stepped outside to collect himself. Obviously, he was failing miserably as tears cascaded down his cold face, hands desperately trying to wipe them away. He stood like that for a few more minutes before he ceased his crying. There were only a couple of options for him at this point: 1) He could let N go, most likely to never see him again; 2) He could try to convince N to stay, though that was highly unlikely; or 3) Black could confess his true feelings to N. None of those options seemed very appealing, and in none of them did they guarantee that he would get to keep N. Black sighed, the cold finally getting the better of him as he went to walk the short distance back to the house. He lazily checked his watch and frowned; only a few more hours before N had to leave to catch his plane all the way to Johto. This realization seemed to shock Black. He only had a few, measly little hours left with N before he'd be gone forever. His heart clenched painfully in his chest, effectively cutting off his ability to breathe. "I-I can't just let him go without at least telling him..." he thought to himself. But if N didn't feel the same... "I'll end up losing him either way," He ran towards the house and took the porch stairs two at a time. He wrenched the door open, fire alight in his eyes. N was quietly sitting on the sofa looking at the blazing fire in the fireplace. Black tried to gather all of his courage for what he was about to do. N looked up at him and smiled warmly, causing Black to blush and smile back shyly. "Just tell him. Just tell him and get it over with." Black sat down next to N and looked the green haired man dead in the eyes. "You can't go to Johto N," His voice never wavered, despite his inner turmoil. N's eyes widened and went to ask for an explanation when Black raised his hand, cutting him off.
"I-I think, well...I love you, N."