Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep.

John Paul bent his head forward as more tears escaped his eyes. He gripped hold of the limp hand that lay on the hospital bed and sobbed.
Why did he do this? This wasn't in his nature. He didn't understand...

The teenager looked up at the unconscious man. His once perky pink cheeks were pale, and his once luscious brown locks were greasy and matted. This wasn't his Kieron. This wasn't his boyfr...no...Fiancé.

It had been two weeks since it all happened. Two weeks since John Paul's world crashed around him...

Flashback

"So...you're saying...that you don't want to marry me?"
"Of course I want to marry you Kieron! I'm just not ready! It's going too fast for me..."
"Too fast? You we're the one who proposed!"


John Paul groaned, and lent against the kitchen side.
"I didn't know that you'd want to get married within two months! I thought at least a year!"

Kieron didn't say anything. He just took a few steps closed to John Paul, and kissed him deeply. The younger man whimpered, and tangled his fingers in the luscious brown locks of his lover.
Before any of them could enjoy the kiss properly, Kieron pulled away, and stepped back, staring at John Paul.

"Do you love me?" The older man asked.
John Paul looked up, wide eyed.
"Of course I love you!" He insisted.
"Then prove it."
"Pardon?"
"If you loved me, then you'd marry me. Next week." Kieron said bluntly.

John Paul looked up, bewildered. "N...Next week?"
"Yup. I've looked into it. We could be married by Tuesday."
The younger man shook his head and sighed. "I...I can't..."

Kieron sighed and shook his head. "That's it then."
Silence erupted the small kitchen, as John Paul looked sheepishly at his dirty trainers

"Does this mean we're over?"

The younger man looked up from his shoes – a small tear trickling down his cheek. Without saying anything, he brushed past Kieron, walked across the room, and slammed the door on the way out.

End of Flashback