Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: T
Warning(s): Slash
Challenge: Apologize
Dearest Jeff,
I didn't know what I did to hurt you. I wished that I did, but I don't. All I know is that when I came home, there was a note on the table with the key to our house to the side. You left me. I was horrified. When did what we have turn sour? The last time I checked, you loved me. That's not what this letter said. The letter said that it was time to move on, that you wanted out of this relationship. You even asked me for my ring back. That hurt, Jeff. It really did.
That's when I realized the mistake that I made. How could I have been so blind? I kissed your brother, your own flesh and blood. I didn't mean to, but that's not an excuse. It was New Year's Eve and everyone was a little drunk (not myself, mind you, but everyone else). You weren't around and we were both under the mistletoe. All I wanted was a small peck on the cheek, but he went for a full-on kiss that shattered both of our worlds.
Jeff, I'm not a romantic. I'm not the kind to fall down on my hands and knees and beg for your forgiveness. But I am a man. I can admit that I've done some pretty shitty stuff in my lifetime, but this has to sit at the top of that list. If there was a way to take it back, then I would do it in a heartbeat. You'll only ever hear me say this once, Jeff, so you better fucking listen! I'm… sorry. There, I said it. And I really am.
Jeff, you know how hard it is for me to talk about my emotions. I don't like it at all. You always tried to help me make that extra effort… but I'm not any better at it all these months later. Maybe I want you back. Maybe I don't. Okay, that was a lie. I promised that I would never lie to you. So, I'll tell you the total truth. I cheated on you, but I didn't mean to. I love you and always will. Once again, that's the only time you'll ever hear me say it.
Fuck, Jeff. You have me so damn confused that I can't tell right from left anymore! But what you did, well, that wasn't fair either, was it? I turn around and your back with Adam. You two had a small fling in the past, but it wasn't serious. Or, at least, that's what you told me. Was that a lie, Jeff? It seems like I've heard a lot of them lately. And, right about now, I've had to endure a lot of disrespect too.
I don't know what I can offer you. If you do come back to me, I won't profess my undying love or any other shit like that. You and I both know that promises only make it so far. But I can tell you that I will try my best to make this work the second time around. Maybe that's what everyone needs. A second chance to make their lives just a little bit better. All I ask for is that second chance now.
You probably won't even read this far down. If I were you, I probably would have thrown the damn letter out before I even opened it and cursed you six ways to Sunday. But, for some reason, I know that this will be different. Call it the closet romantic in me (which will be making one appearance and one appearance only, so don't get used to it!), but I don't want to lose you over a foolish misunderstanding.
Oh, and if you think that I'm creative with ways to pick a fight, wait until you see how many ways I come can up with to make-up ;)
Love,
Phil Brooks