Tw: Maladaptive daydreaming

Sorry I didn't kiss you

It was a mistake, he knew that, DC wouldn't say it if he knew it hurt him, right?

"You aren't replaceable," DC leans forward to kiss him, "I promise."

DC's moved on, glancing over at Florida often, now talking to California. 

But it's obvious I wanted to

He knew they'd never feel the same about him, why would they? 

He's smiling softly, listening to Texas and California talk in the kitchen.

But they weren't talking, they were yelling, it wasn't real.

Bubble gum down my throat and it's a curse

He was so close, he almost said it. 

"I wanted to tell you something," Louisiana hums in acknowledgement, waiting for him to continue, "I love you." "Nevermind."

"You sure?" Louisiana smiles at him, "I love you too."

But my luck couldn't get any worse

"Fucking idiot," he flinches, praying no one notices.

Just his luck, why would anyone care anyway? He was stupid.

"I'm sorry," New York cups his face, wiping his tears with his thumbs, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

He's silent the rest of the meeting.