Queer as Folk, 5.7
"Where are you going?" I whispered into his hair and I felt him shrug.
"Hmm… I'll figure it out." Justin pulled back and hiked his bag up his arm. He moved towards the door. I knew how easy it would be to just spit out those few words that would stop the blonde. A simple 'I love you' or a 'please stay, I can't live without you'.
But for some reason the words stayed stuck in my throat and all the water in the world wouldn't loosen them. So I stayed silent and I hated himself for not being able to say it and for Justin not understanding and for the whole fucked up situation.
"Let me know." I said as Justin slid the door shut and I put down my bottle and sighed. I knew what I had lost. I knew I had just lost my reason for living.
