Ignorance is bliss despite the accompany of crisps and wine, sure an unusual food combination though Lover boy couldn't help but to dip in the fantasy of sitting cozy, wrap around a white, clean sheet watching Netflix upon arriving home. Closing the door behind him, turning the lights on and walks toward the kitchen, along the way he reaches inside the plastic, ready to rip another bag of crisps, though halfway the he notices the dim light coming from the kitchen. His skipping steps become quiet tip toes, Lover boy leans in from the kitchen door, peaking to see arrays of scented candles and their subdue gleam engulf the whole room in darkness but in a romantic way. Lover boy eyes the room, moving back and forth the table full of delicious food which seems cold and next beside them - Shane.

Immediately his limbs go numb, from head to toe the blood drain from his veins. The plastic slowly drifts from his descended arm, and flops on the floor. His iris widen themselves and tears start flowing as he realizes what Shane could be doing here. Deep inside his chest, Lover boy can feel the quench emotions, as it sucks away all of his rationality and left him of nothing but vulnerability. As the thought of abandonment ingests him whole, piece by piece, his trembling legs make it all the way to Shane nevertheless. Sleeping with his elbow on the table, his posture near falling.  A slight force yanks on his jeans abrupt his slumber. Shane, awake and looks down, only to find a heart broken creature begging eyes to reflect back unto his, the small face capable of bursting a man of his reasonings, Lover boy tightens his grip on Shane's jeans still, after nothing but silence pass by. A glimpse of Shane expression speaks utter pain and guilt yet as time pass, those emotions inside his eyes become dull and decay, leaving Lover boy to face a cold judgment. On his behalf of guilt, Shane looks almost to await pleas from him, a sadistic behavior enthralls this man, carving out of his very inches of flesh. Lover boy cheeks reddened, tears roll down from the corner of his eyes, damp the small face with pitiful expressions. Though he wanted to say many things, but fear of rejection, the abandonment overwhelms his senses, his lips struggle to mutter to simplest of words. But yet out of desperation, his figure almost jump, startling Shane, his loud voice echoes throughout  the room, the silent candles, the cold plates, it was dreadful.

"Please...Shane, please forgive me, please forgive me. I'm sorry!"

Shane's conscience couldn't comprehend distress, he thusly stays still in his seat, quiet. His logical mind repulses from such manner, a shameless man whom he came to love dearly somehow. Shane grasps gently lover boy arms, he had every ideas, this reaction is expected of him so far. Lover boy breathings haste as the tears roll on. Shane's dry lips softly mumbles,

"Cadence....forget about it." 

Shane stands up , getting the plates to the trash can and dump them, every pieces of food feels like a heavy judgment and for a moment Lover boy couldn't breathe. His muscles reflex and agitate as he tries to restraint his whimpers of cries, the more so when Shane picks up his jacket and ready to leave. Lover boy turns around, almost immediately, his body moves through stumbles, his hand reaches out to Shane's back and hold tightly with his very shaken heart, no longer able to endure this suffering proven a rejection, for love, for embrace, for everything, his subconscious sways violently, 

"Sh-Shane, please Wait!"

"Please, forgive me, please, it was all my mistakes, our anniversary....Please..."

His foot steps become louder, his heart squeezes tightly and before he knows it, at the mercy of Shane's back. His grip tightens onto his shirt, his cries become a thick string, strangling Shane of his speech, bursting his conscience like a broken glass, leaving him unable to answer. 

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At the other side, Luke with his clothes scattered, standing naked, ready for a hot bath, was interrupted half way by this sudden sound. Left curious, he leans closer to the wall, pressing his ears, although knowing clearly this is an invasion of privacy, his heightened sense of love couldn't know more appropriation. 

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