"If you keep doing that shit, you gonna fucking die, Curls! Fuck man, ya gonna die!" Dallas hollered…at his fucking fiancé. But he was one hell of a good reason. That was the fucking third overdose on coke he had gone through this god damn week. Dallas was mad. He was real fucking mad. Curly had no fucking right to play with death like that. Fuck no.

Curly looked on him with those…those insane little eyes of his and he looked almost offended. What? Did he want to die? Did he want to die from him and just…let him live without his Curly?

"What about you then!" Curly asked, looking offended, hurt…scared? Why was he scared? Dallas blinked. It caught him off guard. Why asking that question. "You! You! You…you're always drinkin' man…or fightin'…and when ya fight…and get hurt ya ain't lettin' anyone help ya. You won't let people help, Dall! Ya think that makes me feel any better!" Curly said, not…not snapping. Not screaming. But the words were strong. They were firm. They were filled with pain. Amusing huh?

"I need you, man…I can't just…What am I gonna do if I lose ya? You tell me to move on then, but fuck it, look at me, I won't move on…I can't….." Curly said and Dallas sighed, trying to take Curly's hands, but the younger boy backed away, covering his face with those hands, whimpering. "No….Don't…If you just gonna leave like that, just gonna go and die like that, I ain't interested in you at all." now, we all know that is not true because no matter how often the two tried to split, it was next to impossible. They loved each other too much…They…they were simply impossible to split. But that never stopped people from doing mistakes, did it? No. Not at all.

Dallas did an mistake. He clenched his jaw and turned. And left. Leaving with the words "if that's what ya want, so it is."

Curly watched Dallas, his fiancé, the man he loved, walk away, through a crack between two fingers. He saw Dallas walk away. Not looking over his shoulder once. It twitched in Curly's face. His eyes were being filled with those glassy pearls. He cried too often. Usually he had his Dallas to wipe them away no matter how much it annoyed him to do so. He didn't now though. That made Curly cry harder.

Dallas never once turned to look back. Why? He wanted to. So badly. But he didn't want Curly to see the pain in his eyes. Pain that he was leaving the man that he loved. Dallas didn't like admitting it but fuck it, didn't he just love Curly? If that wasn't love…then there was no fucking love left on earth.

So why did he leave him? Why on earth did he leave him? Because…Dallas knew how risky it was. To love him. For Curly to love him. It was just bad. Never been a smart idea. It would kill them slowly. Or quickly, depending on the fact if people noticed or not. So Dallas did what was right…what he meant was right, saving his Curly from that. He couldn't let Curly risk his life. Maybe…maybe he quit the coke then as well. He hoped so. He should have known that Curly would only get worse. Dallas should have known that Curly wouldn't stop, he'd just get worse. Oh so much worse. But he didn't.

Curly realized it…that…that he'd…he'd lost his….his Dallas. He left him! Fuck….fuck man! He left him…Just…left him.

To be continued.

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