Chapter 22

Faline

Faline laid his head on Gucci's bare chest. It was silent, and Faline didn't like it, but the one thing he wasn't going to do is say anything. He shut his eyes, slowing down his breathing. "So you're not going to say anything?" Gucci asked, looking down at him.

The two have known each other for years, they have history, and Gucci could always tell when there was something wrong. He sighs sitting up, making sure the comforter and bed sheets covered up the rest of him. He held onto Faline, making sure he was also comfortable.

"Come on Faline, don't do this to me." He said, his voice wavering. Is the pink-haired boy really about to ruin another person's life? He sighed. "Look, when I said I cared about you, I meant it. You and I both know that." He mumbled softly. He was playing with his emotions, and he knew Gucci was letting him.

"I saw your jacket hanging up, and I saw the picture." He could hear the other take a deep breath. He wondered if Gucci was angry or sad. "Is that why you wanted to know if I had yours?" He softly nodded. There was stillness for a moment, where the boy with pink hair felt like he had ruined everything, and the boy with blue hair felt like he couldn't fix everything. Not anymore.

"I have it, by the way. It's in the closet." Faline turned to look at him, sadness in Gucci's eyes. He broke the boy he once cherished, and he couldn't fix it. He stood up, grabbing his underwear and sliding it on. He couldn't feel Gucci's eyes on him like he usually would, yet he couldn't bear himself to glance back at the leader.

He walked over to the closet, opening it. There were many different outfits, most being blues, whites, or golds. But in the back, most likely pushed back there as new clothes were added, was a pink and gold jacket. He leaned on the closet, taking the item out. He smiled.

The embroidery, the small stain, everything. It seemed almost nostalgic. The memories of the jacket creating a new aura of the room. "I tried to make sure I didn't ruin it when I took it here. I wanted to give it back to you but- well you know." Gucci mumbled softly.

Faline slowly slid the satin jacket onto his bare chest. It fit him, almost perfectly. Even his Kitty Gang jacket was a little tight now. But this, it still fit. "I miss us," Faline mumbles, looking at the sleeves. He did. He missed the time the boy with the pink hair got to hang out with the boy in blue. However, with this love for Apollo, he just couldn't anymore.

"I do too, more than you could ever imagine.." He murmurs. He sighed as he looked up at Faline. "But I'm not going to hurt you by allowing you to hurt yourself." The gang leader looked up at him confused. "Hurt me?"

Gucci sucked in a breath, combing a hand through his hair. "I know you have someone else. And I'm not going to allow myself to let us date, just because of him." Faline looked up at him, wide-eyed. "How did you- how did you know?"

"I was there when you took him into the Kitty Gang hangout. I saw you two. He seems perfect for you, Faline. But I know you. Something happened, and you crawl back to me and try to replace him. I don't want to be someone you see only t night. I'm not going to be your second option."

That's when Faline realized something. What he was doing to his best friend, and at one point boyfriend, what he had been doing to the boy with the blue hair, what he had been doing to Gucci; it was the same thing Apollo was doing to him.

Apollo's second option had made Gucci his second option.

It was now Faline's turn to suck in a breath. He shallowly let it out. He had just stared at Gucci quietly as tears filled his eyes, yet he didn't dare blink. Gucci looked up, his face and body morphed from the salty tears. "Please Faline, don't just stand there and cry, say something."

He didn't, instead of looking down horrified by himself. How could he do that to the person that has risked his life, that has loved him all this time? How could he play him, time and time again? What type of person was he, what type of friend was he? He was a liar, just like Kiyon said. A dirty filthy-

He didn't notice Gucci get up to put on his boxers or walk towards him. However, when he felt Gucci's arms wrap around him, he collapsed to the floor, Gucci barely holding him at the sudden weight "Hey hey, I'm here." He mumbled softly, as he walked back over to the bed. Faline clung onto him as if he was Faline's only hope. "Baby says something, don't just cry," Gucci mumbled, and so Faline did.

"I'm so….. so sorry, for - for everything."