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"No, potter, you can't leave!" Boris cried. He wrapped his arms around himself, a weak imitation of the warmth he felt with Theo.
"Why not?!" Theo yelled back. Boris flinched. "I have nothing out here, my father's dead, my mom too, and of course they were both my fault. I have no friends out here, either."
His breath hitched. Did potter not see him as a friend? If not that, not a reason to stay? He understands that they crossed the line for friendship awhile ago. But Theo was talking about going far, far away. He couldn't just leave him here. It's not that Boris doesn't want to go with him, he would follow Theo anywhere.
"You have me." Boris whispered. "Am I not enough?"
Theo stopped for a second. "It's not that, I promise you. But I can't stay here with her! She'll put me in the orphanage or something, or sell me, I don't know!"
Boris pursed his lips. He itched to say something, but nothing could convince him.
"I'm sorry Boris, I really am." He rushed around his room, packing his essentials into his bag, and taking as much money as he could from his father's bedroom. He put Popchyk at the top and rushed outside. Boris followed.
"Potter, please- wait just a little longer?" The cold wind blew harsh, making the distance between them feel bigger. "Just one more day? Please, I have something important to tell you."
"What? What is it? The cab is waiting." He walked over to the said cab, putting his bag in the backseat.
"Please don't go, I-"
"Come with me!" Theo said suddenly. "We can go, stop by your house and you'll grab your stuff. We can go to Brighton Beach, that's where all the russians hang out. We can go to school together, and-"
Boris shut his eyes tight, but still, the tears fell. He opened his eyes cautiously. He was met with Theo looking at him with matching tear tracks, desperation etched into his features.
"Potter." He breathed.
He stepped closer, Theo's head in his hands. He tilted his head, their lips meeting. For one moment, he could let himself believe they could be happy together. Love each other, start a life, buy a house with a white picket fence for Popchyk and maybe adopted children, if they wanted. Their breath mixed, sobs wracking both bodies. Boris pulled back.
"I love you."
Theo wailed and fell against his chest, and Boris held him. He let the tears soak his sweater, and let Potter tremble against him. "Don't you need to go?" He reminded.
Theo mumbled something into his chest before pulling away and composing himself. "Please, come with me. I love you too, you idiot." He sniffed.
Boris looked at the ground. "Okay."
"Wait, you said yes?" He sounded so happy, it almost mended Boris's heart.
"Yes, okay, I will. Let's go." He looked up to see the most gorgeous sight of all. His beautiful love, smiling, genuine relief on his face.
"Great! Okay, I'll tell them to stop by your house. C'mon!" He opened the car door for him, and he got in. Theo climbed in and closed the door.
Maybe he could be happy.