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"I fucking hate you! I hate you so, so, much, Midge, you ruined my FUCKING LIFE! maybe we could think about what could have been but nothing changes the fact that you would be at my stupid funeral laughing if you hadn't convinced me to put the pills down."
"I- Olly, suicide is a BIG FUCKING DEAL!"
Olly's heart felt a pang of disappointment at the use of his real name instead of the usual 'angel' or 'sweetheart'.
"I KNOW! And just because I was trying to commit doesn't mean you can just... force me to stop like that, I- That's my choice to make, Midge, not yours..."
He felt his throat closing up, and his eyes watering, and then the familiar slide of hot tears down his face, fuck, he wasn't gonna cry in front of his stupid boyfriend, and-
He felt Midge's arms wrapping around him. Crying into his shoulder, and...
Midge shushed him and spoke in a quiet whisper.
"I know, pretty angel... I'm just glad i can still hold you like this." Midge murmured quietly.
"No, you're not, Midge." Olly sniffed, pulling himself together and out of the shorter boy's arms. "If you were really glad, you would have let me go, let me leave, let me be happy for once. Instead, you play the knight in shining armor. It's fucking disgusting how you... you expect me to love you through all of this, even if I do either way... Midge, you expect so much of me. I can only handle so much, with my parents, my grades, and now this? I can't keep going when you expect me to be fine every day, really, I can't."
Olly gave Midge one last kiss as he opened the front door.
"Olly, you can't just tell me tell me I don't love you and then leave, that's not-"
Midge recoiled as the door to the house closed quietly. Of course that bastard would consider his little brother, probably sleeping sound in his bed, and not his fucking boyfriend.
"Damn you, angel." Midge muttered, locking the door.