"I'm tired"
"I know, so am I"
"Then go to sleep, I'll watch the supplies"
"Hey Mason?"
"Yeah?"
"If anyone asks, tell them were fine"
"Huh?"
"If anyone..."
"No I know what you said, I mean why?"
"Why not?"
"Jared, do you not get it. We were kicked out of our homes a mere 5 hours ago for being gay. We have no food, no water, no anything. We're not fine, were anything but fine"

Mason was telling the truth though. After hiding it from their parents for nearly 2 years, the couple finally decided to come out. It didn't work out as planned though, now they were alone on the streets. Not alone though, they had each other at least. But was having each other enough? When one dies of starvation, what will the other do? Exactly, they'll be alone and struggling to survive.

"Mason...babe... Mase..."
"Huh? What?"
"We're fine"
"How so?"
"We'll be fine"
"If we're not dead before that happens"
"Don't say that Mase"

Don't say the truth? I guess that's how the world works now. From ages 0 to 5 you're told "always tell the truth", but then it changes. Then the truth becomes as bad as a lie. So Mason told the truth. They were on the streets, with nothing. They were not fine at all.

"Ok whatever..."
"Not ok whatever, you know I hate that statement."
"You never tell me why though"
"And I don't plan to either, it's none of your business"
"It is my business, after all we live together now"

All homeless people live together though. Binded by the common goal to no longer live together. Some will find they're way to move back under a roof, but other won't, they can't. They'll be stuck on the streets till death, which comes to soon for most.

"It doesn't matter Mason"
"Please just tell me"
"Please just drop it"
"Not till you tell me"
"Fine. I don't like the "whatever response" because it's too vague"
"You're vague all the time..."
"I'm vague with a tone that makes it at least possible to tell if it's a good or bad thing. "Whatever" is toneless, you can never tell how the person really feels.

Sometimes you don't want to know what others feel like. You don't want to know how happy they are when you're so sad. Or for there sadness to bring down how happy you feel.

"Ok then. Get this, were not fine. We could die. That give off how I feel?"
"We could also live"

We can't know how the future will play out. We can't say who will win the election or who will doe tomorrow. We can always predict, but like most weathermen, we'll probably be wrong.

BAM.BAM.BAM.

It's one of the moments that you won't ever forget. Not in that "it's my baby's first birthday" memory but in that "this is the worst thing to happen" kind of memory.

"Mason!"

You're  calling their name. They don't respond. You're shaking them. No movement. You think it's the end. Till...

"I told you Jared"
"Told me what"

You scream. This can't be the end. This isn't over"

"I told you "we're not fine"

And that's it. The one you loved is gone. They're pulse gone. Your life gone. Everything gone.

"And I told you "we'll be fine"

It's in that moment that you grab you grab the pocket knife that you never needed. You pull it across your neck.
Once. Twice. Three times. And that's it. You're pulse too has stopped.

"Mason"
"Jared?"
"You shouldn't be here"
"I'm sorry"
"Why?"
"I didn't want to be they're without you"
"Where? The streets?"
"No the earth"

It's in that moment you realize what you did. That you killed yourself to see the one you loved. But it's in that moment they realize they didn't love you back.

"It was on purpose"
"What was"
"I asked him to shoot me. I hate you Jared. I had to get away."

The one you love just walked away. Left you there all alone. But don't you worry another will come. And if they don't work out. Another will come on. The cycle will continue till you found that one.

Unless you end it. Unless you give it all away for one. You mustn't put all your eggs in one basket, they're bound to break eventually.