"Why are you leaving?"

The eighteen year old boy asked shakily, hands flinching at his sides as fingers brushed his cheek, contrasting whatever the older one was saying.

"I'm just over you, is that so hard to understand? We're only young once and plus, I wasn't looking for anything serious. If you were, then I'm sorry, Kevin. You set yourself up for this. Not me."

Without another word, HE walked away, leaving Kevin alone at the corner cafe, a place that Kevin vowed never to walk into again. At he sat there, the younger one stared aimlessly at his hands that shook uncontrolably, the same hands that had been fluttering across smooth skin the night before in an intimate embrace that had had Kevin trembling for more. He stared and stared. He didn't notice when the cafe closed. He didn't notice the owner calling his best friends. And he didn't even bat an eye when he was yanked from his seat from his friend Eli or when he was drug outside into the humid night by his other friend Alexander. It wasn't until they walked past the club that bussled with music didn't Kevin react.

He broke down, folding in on himself as he covered his face with his hands, sobbing uncontrolably. What had he done to feel this way? All he did was care for someone more than his hobby, what was so wrong with that? Why did it have to hurt so bad? His body shook with rackig sobs that only stopped when he fell asleep that night after Hoon, another friend that had come after him, picked him up bridal style and took him home to his cool bed. A month later, he found himself standing at the San Fransico airport being picked up by his father, sister, and cousin.