Dylan awoke to the sound of someone knocking on his door frantically.

BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG

He jumped up in shock and ran to his apartment door.

BANGBANGBANG

There he was; His brown, curly hair, and his eyes red and filled with fear. Marco was just standing there.

The Confrontation

Dylan played this moment over and over in his mind. The vulnerability in Marco's eyes diminished the rage in Dylan's heart. Dylan didn't know how to really feel. Tears formed in Marco's eyes and come trickled down his cheeks. One dropped onto the floor.

Drip

They sat on Dylan's cream-colored sofas. Marco tried to grab Dylan's hand, but Dylan pulled away.

"Please stop it, Marco," Dylan said with a sigh.

"Dylan you have to understand something. I really like Sean now, but I still love you," Marco blurted.

"Okay…but you like Sean, so how to I know it won't happen again, Marco?"

"It just won't Dylan, I promise."

"Well it's a bit late now Marco."

"Dylan, what are you talking about?"

"I like someone else…"

"Who?"

"A girl"

"…oh"

"Yeah, and she's comforted me this passed few days when you were busy with Sean."

Marco didn't know how to react. His love was now into a girl.

"How could this have happened? Dylan said he always knew he was gay, so now a girl?"

"I like Manny, Marco" Dylan said quickly and frank.

Marco didn't know how to react whatsoever. He just got up and walked to the bathroom. Dylan sat on the couch for a bit and then followed Marco to see if he was alright.

"Marco, come out. Look, it's for the best. This situation helped me realize that I can still have someone else out there," Dylan said with his back against the door. However, there was no reply. In fact, all he heard were sobs.

"Please stop crying, Marco. I'm coming inside," Dylan said firmly and banged open the door after realizing Marco isn't an idiot and obviously locked the door. However, Dylan wished he hadn't opened the door. Dylan's razor was in Marco's hands.

"I'm sorry, Dylan," Marco finally spoke through broken sobs.

"Marco don't do anything stupid, please don't," Dylan exclaimed starting to tear up himself. He walked over to Marco and took the razor. Marco just watched him do it and hugged him. Dylan held Marco tight.

"Look, it's probably better for us to try and see other people," Dylan whispered softly.

"That's an easy thing to say, Dylan, but even though I have a small attraction to Sean, that doesn't mean I'll jump the bullet," Marco said still crying.

"Just let me have my freedom for a bit, okay? Just some time to get away and try something different."

"I love you, Dylan, and that's the only reason why I'm going to sacrifice my happiness," Marco whispered, and broke free of Dylan's arms and walked out of the apartment.

Dylan sighed.

"I hope this wasn't some mistake."