by Edgar Allan Poe 7/15/2015, 10:25 am
Dino was growing terrified while he tried to figure out what to do. He should have noticed that Alex had been acting like a bomb about to explode. Now he was watching him break down in front of him, and his hands seemed to be tied. He was never good on comforting people, specially when the reason of the drama involved him. The worst part was that, deep inside, he knew what to do, but that would be very wrong. He wondered where he had found so much self control. But he felt like he was starting to losing it. To watch Alex crying because of him was more than he could handle. Without hesitation, he took his hand and squeezed it gently, trying to convey him some strenght or tranquility - although he knew that he didn't have any of these, not anymore. "It's ok. I swear. It's ok." It was ok. Maybe it wasn't in the moment when they broke up, but it wasn't hard for Dino to understand why Alex had done all that. He didn't go through the same problem, mainly because he never cared about what people thought of him, and his personal life was never anyone's business, but still, he understood it perfectly, although it seemed like a stupid reason to suddenly end everything they used to have. The problem was that, some things didn't end. They had some unfinished talks and all that distance wouldn't solve anything. Dino knew that holding his hand wouldn't be enough, so he leaned and held him tenderly as he hadn't done in a long time. "Alex, you know I will never really leave you. I'm still here for you. And I may have made you happy, but I'm not stupid enough to let you down again." He whispered, and now his own eyes were blurred by the tears.