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If you'd have asked me the likelihood of seeing him again here, I would have told you that you were crazy. I don't even know how long I had walked before I saw him. Hell, I couldn't even believe it at first. But when I got closer to those green eyes... I just knew it had to be him. And when he said my name, when Isaac actually said my name, I ran up the smaller lion and did what I should have done in the first place. I planted my Samoyed lips on the lion's and felt all my past sins wash away.
It's funny how fast my life could get so out of control. All I did was ask for help and my friend had pay for it. He had to deal with all the bullshit that we put on him. Why? Because he was at least honest with himself. He didn't hide himself and we ostracized him. I wish I had his courage. In all honesty, he was brave to do that, and I should have repaid him for that. He deserved that much.
Why didn't I tell him the truth? And now, here we are.
When he sent me the text, I had a mixture of feelings. On one hand, there was an immediate acceptance. On the other, a panic. What was I supposed to do? How should a 17-year-old kid know what to do when your friend comes out to you? I did what seemed like a good idea at the time, I texted my sister. Unfortunately I forgot that my sister was the biggest gossip in school. How was I to know that she would send mass texts out, alerting everyone of the latest "fag in our midst." That hurt. Not just because he was my friend, but because I was one too. I was in love with my friend.
The fire I had inadvertently caused begun to spread around with frightening speed. I just wanted help, and my bitch of a sister had to ruin everything. Before I knew it, posters went up on his locker, his classrooms, pretty much everywhere. I had never felt so low in my life. So dirty. When he came up to me that day, asking why as his voice shook, I had two dialogues running in my head at the same time.
"I could never be friends with a fag." I'm still your friend. "You're just an abomination." You amaze me. "If it weren't a crime, I'd remove you from this world myself." I will fight off all these fuckers for you. "We will never be anything." I want to be your everything. Looking over at my friends and the fake vixen who hung on me like a lost puppy, I pointed a single finger at him, playing the part I was destined to play by glaring at him with my pale, blue eyes. I almost whispered, "Just do us all a favor and die." I love you and always will.
And of course, I had to choose the wrong dialogue. The one that meant hurting him, scorning his love -- the one that I returned for him. I was such a coward. When he moved away, I finally couldn't take it. I couldn't take the secrecy anymore, so I told everyone. I was gay. I was in love with him. How could I not be? My parents... they actually kicked me out.
So I ran after Isaac late that night.
You know the worst part about walking in a desert? Having so much fucking fur. That shit is hot. I was panting so hard, fueling my desire for water further. I don't even know how long I walked for, but my feet were red and burned. My shirt was drenched in sweat and I was considering wringing it out just for water. I finally saw Isaac and... you have no idea how happy I was to see him. First thing I did was kiss him, I had never kissed anyone like that before. But then his common sense kicked in.
"What the hell!" he yelled angrily. His eyes lit up and fumed before he turned away. "Go away!" he cried out. "Just leave me alone! You already hurt me so much. Have you come here to torment me again!?" He tried running, but I grabbed his wrist and held him back. I let him go once, I would not let him go again. He looked in my eyes and I saw those angry, blood-shot green eyes look in mine as he struggled. I only pulled him closer with each attempt until he was wrapped against my chest, inside my undeniably luxurious coat. But the struggles continued. He dug his claws into me, cutting my face and chest. I winced with each swipe of the lion's paw but I deserved it. The blood stained my coat but I wasn't moving. I wouldn't let him go.
"Just leave me, Jason." he whispered, the struggling ceased. I could tell his eyes were watering. "I don't want to be hurt anymore." He looked up at me. I saw the pain in his green eyes and I saw the pain I caused him. I felt like shit. With hesitation, I lessened my grip on him and he pulled away, taking a step back.