Black stayed staring at N, waiting for him to respond in some sort of way. N just kept still, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
"N..." Black reached a hand out hesitantly and N flinched back, breaking out of his trance. He shook his head and scooted back away from him.
"Don't, Black. Please, just don't." The teen could feel his heart breaking in two and then being ripped out of his chest, leaving a giant hole behind.
"Wha-but, why?" There were tears in his eyes that threatened to spill over at any given time. The other male just stood up and looked away.
"Why now, Black. Why are you telling me this /now/?" N shook his head and crossed his arms. "I'm not going to stay here. You can't convince me otherwise." Black stood up and faced N, trying to look him in the eyes.
"So I take it you don't feel the same." He gave up trying to get the other to look at him and sighed. "Sorry to bring it up then." N turned around quickly on his heel and retreated to his room down the hall. Black just stood there, not knowing what else to do; he felt empty and lost. N returned with his bags in tow, dressed in a long coat, hat, and a scarf wrapped around his neck.
"Sorry Black, but I can't stay, I have to leave; this is something I have to do." He walked to the door and began to leave, but stopped and bowed his head. "I never said that I didn't love you, just that I couldn't stay." it was uttered so quietly, Black wasn't sure he had even really heard it. Maybe his mind was playing cruel tricks on him. The door slammed shut and Black fell backward onto the couch. Whether or not N had said anything, he was gone now. Despair hung over him in a thick cloud, suffocating him. He brought his legs to his chest and held back the urge to cry; he didn't want to feel anything. Hewanted to be numb.
"I should've gone after him," he whispered to no one. Black stayed that way for hours, even when the sun slowly began to rise and the warm beams spread through the apartment. It didn't quite feel the same without N there with him. "N..."
The green haired man would already be leaving for Johto while Black stayed here, unmoving. Stifling a yawn, he lied down on his side, still curled up on the couch. When had he gotten so tired? It wasn't of any importance; N was gone. He was really gone. That phrase repeated itself over again and again in his head. It was pure torture. Tears silently spilt over and he wrapped his arms tightly over his chest, trying to keep from breakingapart. He stayed like that until he fell asleep.A green haired man plagued his dreams.