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I could just imagine someone--anyone--hearing what happened and assuming that I had done it all on purpose. Clearly, they would have thought, I wanted Marcus back and knew that sleeping with him was the way to make him see how right we were together. No, that’s not it. I admit I still kind of liked Marcus, but believe me, when you’re gay you learn to not act on crushes. That night really was just an accident. When I was woken up the next morning but Marcus’s terror I myself was truly terrified. I may have lost both of my best friends in only a half hour. I was too numb in distraught to offer any decent amount of help, advice, or consolation. As Marcus was running out I was pretty sure that would be the last I’d see of him, but I heard him turn around.
“Mitchell” he said.
Don’t try to talk to me, I expected him to say. Or something along those lines.
“You’re still my best friend.” He said instead. And then ran out.
For a moment I was utterly shocked. Then I lost it.