Connor has no idea how to fix this. He just knows that he has to.
It’s never been like this before. He’s never felt this.
A dark pain pulsing just under his ribcage. He can’t breathe.
Oliver’s the best thing he’s had in a really, really long time, and he blew it. They weren’t boyfriends. It shouldn’t be a big deal.
But, Jesus, Oliver was crying.
“Oliver, please,” he says into the phone, his fourth message on Oliver’s voicemail. “I fucked up. I did, but I didn’t know. I’m not, I never…”
He doesn’t even know what he’s trying to say. He didn’t know this would hurt Oliver? That’s bullshit. He knew. That’s why he hesitated in the first place. But still, he went through with it.
Anything to get what he needed. No, what he wanted. And at any cost.
He’s paying for it now.