Evan had been here for two weeks.
Ansel had celebrated the time with a small cake, frosted with hearts and dustings of glitter. Of course, Evan didn't take lightly to it. He refused to look at Ansel, disgusted by actions. Thin red lines covered his arms, having been sliced when he did something the ginger didn't like.
At times, he would go blank, like a section of his life just...didn't happen. Soon enough, all he could remember was Ansel.
Ansel is so perfect.
Ansel is so kind.
Ansel is so loving.
Ansel is all Evan need.
Ansel is all that matters.
No one else could make Evan feel the way Ansel did. Though, it could have been fear he felt. He forgot how to feel.
Ansel told him that what he's feeling is love, and that the more it hurts, the more you love.
Ansel was always right.

One day, Ansel was hurt.
Evan asked what happened, worried for his lover.
Ansel said it was a bad person, a bad person who would take Evan away.
But it didn't really happen. Desperate for something to hold on to, Evan would clutch the fake memories Ansel told him and make them real in his mind.
Why would I ever want to leave? It seemed silly to think he ever wanted to do just that. Evan had everything he needed: Ansel.

Ansel keeps him alive.

It was alright, everything was alright. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Ansel.

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This is why I don't like formal gatherings. I hate pink. Kill me.