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| �Why are you always so suspicious?� Lance asked him one morning. His face was calm, but his eyes were distressed and angry. �Give me one reason why I shouldn�t be,� he said. �I�ve never done anything wr-� He cut Lance off sharply. �Right. You�ve never done anything right. And we both know this, Lance.� Lance sat at the kitchen table, across from him, quietly, the color draining from his face. �How can you say that? All I�ve ever done is love you. How can that be so wrong?� He stood up quickly then, emotion finally breaking through the cool fa�ade. Lance shrank back. �Love me? Oh God! How can you sit there and say that? But screwing around behind my back is okay because anyway, you love me!� �Oh JC! How can you--- how did you--- oh God!� Lance exclaimed in a surge of surprise, grief, and anger. �Of course I know,� JC said, looking down at him. He turned to walk away. He took a few steps towards the door that led to the garage. He stopped and said, �I�m going now. Please tell me you want me to.� Lance started to cry. JC shook his head disgustedly. �Please, JC, please stay.� �And to think,� JC said slowly, his back still to Lance, �that after all this time, I still thought you were only mine.� He walked through the door and into the garage, leaving a sobbing Lance behind. |
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