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(Tyler POV)
I was lying in the bed, re-living the precious moments. I felt guilt inside me.

Why did I show him any of it? He, the most innocent of all, he didn't deserve to be dragged in so roughly. I wasn't thinking straight. Now, the option of him coming back to me is so low. Not that I won't him to come back, no! He has to be terrified, that's why he's keeping his distance.

I heard knocking on my door. I put on some clothes, heading to open. There was my angel.

"Hi," he whispered silently, hugging himself in protective instinct.

"Come in," I replied, moving a bit to give him a space to walk in.

"Craig I'm sorry... I shouldn't have shown you so much so suddenly, and-" I started when I closed the door behind him, but I was immediately cut off.

"It's ok. It's your life, your decisions, your choices. I'm not judging you. I'm here... cause... Gosh... a-alright. I'm here cause I need y-your help," he said, sitting now on my sofa in the living room.

"Help?"

"Yes. I-I mean... Evan was always here for me, well most of the time. When he wasn't drunk, or trying to fit into group of people, or chasing after some girls. But he's not answering his god damn phone... and I thought I would go for him to Mark's place, but I'm afraid he would reject me anyway. I-I don't have any friends... only Evan. A-and you of course. So I was thinking you could help me."

I sat on the table, right against him. He was twiddling his thumbs like a mad man. I wanted to hug him so badly, just to calm him down somehow.

"You can count on me," I said steadily.

"Ok... with everything?" He continued nervously.

"With everything. Except for killing Delirious, that's something I would have to reject."

"Right. Well... I... I have a date."

My whole world stopped for that moment, and then within a few seconds it went so fast. It spun around me, I couldn't breath properly, I thought I was gonna die inside.

"A date?" I whispered, looking straight down on my feet.

"Yes, his name's Luke. And I know this is probably... most likely... surely... the worst time I could be asking you but I got no one to talk to."

A date? He has a date. Fucking hell! I mean I should be happy for him, this is the best that could happened to him. That Luke he's speaking of is better option then me.

"That's... amazing. I'm happy for you," I manage to say, faking all my emotions.

I felt crushed, outside and inside. I felt like the last hope that could be there for us just vanished like a vapor. This was my punishment.

"Technically I've never seen him face to face so I'm not sure how this date is gonna go but... but I need somebody calm me down. I have no idea what to wear on this date, o-or what to say!"

This is what we're today? I'm helping the man I love get together with some fucking Luke.

"Where is from?" I asked, still looking down.

"North Carolina."

"How old is he?" I looked up to him.

He looked like a trapped deer, waiting for somebody to kill him. It was better he decided to move on.

"34."

34? That was what I said to him.

"Well, it's time to get started. Did you bring some clothes to try?"

"No..."

"I could borrow you some of my things but it's gonna be oversized," I said, still thinking how to get away from this situation.

"Hey! I'm not that small!" He pouted, and I smiled.

"Time to go shopping then. How much time do we have?"

He pulled out his phone and checked the time. In a few seconds he looked back up to me.

"Four, five hours? I'm meeting up with him at  3 pm."

"That's pretty much plenty of time. Gimme time to get dressed, I'll be right here," I said, standing up.

"Thank you, Tyler."

My heart ached from the way he said my name. I always loved the sound of my name on his tongue, but I could have enjoyed it only when we had a sex together. And it was amazing.

"No worries," I replied silently, heading to my room.

I closed the door behind, and for s few good minutes just leaned against the door, breathing in and out slowly. I felt my eyes watering, which made me so mad at myself. He knew pretty well how I had felt with him, he knew I had loved him. He had my heart in his hands and he decided to crush it. And it hurt.

"Tyler? Y-you ok in there?"

His voice came right behind the door, following a knock. I sighed, looking up at the ceiling, and tried to push away my tears and that uncomfortable feel in my throat.

"Just a second," I responded so silently.

"I-I just it has been a fifteen minutes you went there... I'm just worried about you."

Fifteen minutes already?

"Can I come in?"

"I'm coming," I replied instantly.

Pushing myself of the door I walked towards the closet. It didn't matter what I was going to wear, I didn't want to impress anyone. So I undress myself, putting on some jeans, then decided to wear black rather tight shirt.

It was at that moment I caught something in the corner of my eyes. And that something was Craig's head peeking in. He was just staring at me with his eyes wide opened.

"I told you I was coming," I said a bit annoyed, then opened the door widely.

"S-sorry."

"Let's just fucking go."

I walked passed by him straight to my main door. I opened it, then turned around for him to walk outside so I could have lock the house. He waited for me in front of my car and got in immediately after I unlocked it.

I got in as well, turning the heat on. It was so cold outside, but I couldn't complain much. It was December, people on Alaska had to feel colder weather then me.

"Are you mad at me?" Craig whispered so silently.

"Not at you. At myself, and at Evan. You didn't do anything wrong," I replied, starting the engine.

"I should have go to somebody else, I'm sorry."

"No! We're friends, remember? I'm happy to help, Craig. If you're happy, I'm happy," I quickly responded.

"That's the similar things Evan said to me when I should have went to the first date with you. If you're happy, I'm happy. If you cry, I'm crying as well."

I smiled a bit, feeling nostalgia flowing through me. Nostalgia and sadness. I could imagined Craig being so cutely nervous before going out with me.

"When did you meet this Luke shitface?" I asked, feeling jealousy slowly creeping in.

"On... on one dating website. Where are we heading anyway?"

"To the mall."

"T-thank you."

I would do anything for you, Craig. Even if this means hurting myself like a fucking bitch just to make you smile. I love you so damn much.