Evenin' ❤️.
My sixth day of work finally behind me, having a day of right after I wake up tomorrow. I'm going straight tot he bed now, but I just want you to know that I love you ❤️. Enjoy ^.^
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(Craig POV)
I hugged my knees, not really interested in what was going on the TV screen. I muted the whole TV a few times, hoping to hear Tyler's voice, or at least the keys so I would know he got home.

My phone started to rang, the ringtones echoing through the room. I grabbed it faster than I ever would, wishing to see Tyler's name on it, but it was Evan.

"Hi," he greeted me, and I snuggled more into my blanket.

"Evan," I replied in whisper.

"I'm so sorry, I was in such hurry. So, to keep you informed, I'm currently in North Carolina," he explained.

"You went after Delirious, didn't you? Tyler told me he went there for a funeral," I replied, and he sighed.

"Yeah. I talked with Ohm and Bryce... he ended up in the prison, so I flew here immediately to get him out."

"Prison? What?! How?" I asked confused.

"I'll explain everything after we get home, I promise. Can I speak with Tyler now?" Evan asked me, and I frowned.

"Tyler isn't home. I thought that maybe he went after Delirious," I explained, feeling worse than ever.

"I don't know anything about that. Maybe he truly did," Evan said, and I felt like these were the words I was so desperate to hear.

"Yes, thank you! That's definitely what he did," I mumbled, already calmer.

"And you're doing fine?" Evan asked me, and I smiled a bit.

"I'm big boy, I can take care of myself for a while," I replied, speaking mostly to myself.

"Alright, I'll stay in contact with you. The first day here was a small pit of hell, so I'm gonna hit the bed now, but we will talk tomorrow. Goodnight," Evan said his goodbyes, and I nodded, even though he couldn't see that.

"Goodnight Evan, stay safe."

I put the phone back on the table, repeating myself that Tyler truly went to North Carolina to save his friend. I successfully managed to fall asleep in the early morning.

The next day I was woken up by the phone call. Blindly, I grabbed my phone, refusing to open my eyes, and I answer it without even knowing who was calling.

"Good morning, mister Thompson," the unfamiliar voice greeted me.

"Good morning," I replied, opening my eyes with racing heart.

"Excuse my manners, my name's Julian Trevis. I'm CEO in the Trevis an co. company. We received your CV a few weeks ago, mister Thompson, and I'm so sorry it took us so long to reach you," he started, and my brain slowly connected everything together.

That's right! I send my CV's to a few jobs before I started dating Luke.

"I'm calling because you have been picked! I would love to see you in person, have a little interview. What do you say?"

What?!

"I-I," I started, running my fingers through my hair.

"This is a non-repeatable offer, mister Thompson. Tomorrow sounds good?" He asked me.

"Sure!" I replied, even though I had no idea what was going on.

"Perfect. Tomorrow at 11 am. Have a great day."

Mister Trevis didn't even let me reply, when the call was cut off. I looked beside me to see no Tyler at all, then checked the calls or messages.

Why hasn't he called or just texted? Where are you?

I got off the bed, doing the everyday morning routine. Right as I was sitting on the couch in the living room again, watching so important movie in the TV, there was a doorbell echoing through the house.

I walked towards the door, opening them, but I didn't saw anybody. My eyes fell on the letter on the ground with my name on the envelope. I picked it up, seeing some car disappear in the distance.

Curious, I walked back to the living room, where I plopped down. I opened it with one move, unfolding the paper.

Dear Craig,

I hope you're doing fine, not scared or terrified, that's the last thing I would have wanted.

I'm so sorry for such unexpected disappearance, but I chickened out. I knew I should have told you, I should have looked into your eyes and explained my feelings, but I couldn't. You looked so happy, truthfully in love with me, the picture I still can't erase from my mind, and I didn't have a courage to destroy that. So I ran away.

You were sleeping so peacefully next to me, I didn't want to wake you up, even though I know you deserved that respect.

The last few days I couldn't force myself to lie anymore. Lie about my feelings towards you, feelings deep in my heart, and I knew my love already faded. And I had been gathering courage to tell you about this, but I didn't do that. I don't love you anymore, and truth to be told I don't think I ever did. The emotions I had been feeling were just platonic, or maybe something I wished to feel.

I don't want you to move out of my house, it's already yours. Stay there as long as you need, renovate it the way you want. The only thing I wish for is you to be happy. I know this is going to hurt you, you were always a bit sensitive to things like these, so please wipe away your tears the moment you read these words. I don't want to imagine you sad.

I wish to write I'm crying while writing this, but I'm not. I feel relieved, the truth is finally being spoken, and I can live freely now. Maybe we will meet one day again, and if that day comes, I hope you're going to be by the side of someone who loves you for who you are, who respects you and who makes you laughs, who protects you, hugs you, fulfills your dreams and cast away your nightmares. I thought it would be me, but I was too weak for that.

I'm so sorry I dragged you down to the dark side Im living, showing you so many things and risking you life every minute. I'm sorry for every second you were scared or feeling alone. I failed you, as a friend and as a boyfriend.

These are my last words, you won't hear from me from now on.

P.S. Please, tell Evan's lover I'm sorry. Tell him that you didn't have any powers to change me, that I'm returning back to my previous life style.

Farewell.

Tyler