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Jed threw a plate against the wall, “damn it! Why do you always have to do this?”
Octavius flinched when it hit the wall,
Do what? Do what!”
Jed grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.
“I-… I- ugh! Damn you!”
Octavius was crying. Tears were coming down his face as he watched his husband rage, he spoke quietly,
“I hate you.”
Jed stopped. He was breathing heavily from throwing things. He turn to look him in the eyes.
“Really? Really, you hate me so much you had to marry me?!”
Octavius looked at him with pity. David continued screaming not concerning himself about his husband.
Why do you hate me so much! Why do you hate me so much you had condemn me to this fucking life with you!”
Octavius looked up at him. He stood there tears in his eyes mouth open in shock.
…
shit.
He moved forward towards Jed.
“You wanna know why I hate you? I hate you so much because of this! Because of the screaming, the fighting! Why can’t you listen to me? I hate you!”
He grabbed a plate from Jed and smashed it again the table.
“We’ll I hate you too!”
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Jed sat in the parking lot down the street from their apartment. Wyatt had made him quit smoking, but he never really did. He hid them from Wyatt. Taped them to the ceiling of the cabinet under the sink, he’d kill him if he knew.
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Octavius sat in the kitchen holding pills and a knife. He nearly chocked trying to swallow them but…. dying was kind of the point.
“Oh god Jed ….. what’s he gonna do?”
Octavius’s eyes were burning, he had never cried this much before.
“He’s gonna be so disappointed…. Oh god no..”
He tried to relax himself again. Sinking into the floor, this was it….
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Jed turned the key into the apartment…..
Call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead….