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Dean stared at his computer screen, horrified at the sight of seeing Charlie bleeding out.
"No." Dean muttered under his breath, it was unreal to him. Seeing his enemy finally dying.
It was all he could ever ask for...
Right?
Tears slid down his cheek. He didn't understand why he was crying, well he did but he tried to bury those feelings deep down inside him.
His enemy, the sworn hatred he had for Charlie, was it ever true? Was this debating and arguing just to prove to Charlie or himself that he could NEVER be in love with Charlie Kirk.
It was weird to even think about, but before all this hatred between the two, when Dean was just 18 him and Charlie were once friends, maybe a bit more than friends but Charlie was homophobic, he could never love someone like Dean, a faggot.
Dean wiped his tears away and took a sip of his water. After a few minutes he started the stream and started debating people like usual.
But his mind was clouded with thoughts of his sworn enemy. Even though they were enemies the two were the only one that could understand each other, Dean understood why Charlie looked for those college students to win in debates and "prove wrong."
It was for his selfish desires, to prove to himself that he's right and anyone who disagrees with him is wrong.
But Dean knows that he will never find that proof.
Because theres no correct answer.
The only correct answer is imperfection.
And nobody but Dean Withers and Charlie Kirk understands what that means.