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The crisp leaves crunched satisfyingly beneath Jack’s sneakers. He loved the fall, with its dryer days and cooler nights, and the leaves changing and falling gracefully to the ground. Alex walked beside him, hands buried deep into the pockets of his red leather jacket and a gray beanie pulled over his messy hair. He had been unusually quiet for the past couple of days, especially now, which was strange because a walk around the park had been his idea. It was obvious that he was deeply troubled by something. Jack sighed and looked away from him, staring up at the sky instead. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen in the pale blue. A V-shaped flock of birds flew past, honking and headed for a warmer climate. He couldn’t help but feel a little envious. …show more content…

He only cared about what was going on inside of Alex’s head. They had a wonderful, yet surprising relationship. They’d been best friends for years, even starting a band with two other close friends. Two falls ago, much like this one, their relationship took a delightfully unexpected turn. Jack glanced at him again. Alex’s eyes were on the ground; he was totally and completely lost in thought. If the path hadn’t been there to guide him, he probably would have fallen into the pond. Jack smiled at the thought, but the worry probing at his mind erased the smile almost immediately.
Fear and worry was always present, though Jack rarely acknowledged it. Their relationship wasn’t always easy. It had caused conflict between family and friends, though most had been mended. They fought repeatedly—Jack complained about the stupidest things, and Alex was occasionally moody. Sometimes, they went days without speaking after an argument. Of course, they always made up, in the most fantastic way possible.
A gust of wind caught Alex’s gray scarf and blew the fringe back chaotically. Jack forced himself to swallow his growing anxiety and stomped his foot down on a bright orange leaf that drifted down in front of …show more content…

“Yeah?”
“Could I…I need to ask you something.”
Jack nodded, although he was a little surprised at the use of the word “ask.” He had been expecting a “tell,” or maybe a, “we need to talk.” Jack pulled his brown jacket more closely to his suddenly cold body. He looked back at Alex and admitted to himself that he wasn’t ready for this, that he was never going to be ready. Alex meant everything to him.
His fists clenched in his pockets and he locked eyes with Alex. He could remember those honey eyes dark with lust, sparkling with laughter, and flaring with anger. Just the very thought of never seeing those emotions in Alex’s eyes ever again made him feel sick to his stomach.
Alex looked up and down the path as if checking for other people who might be nearby, swallowed hard, and stepped closer. “Jack,” he said, his voice cracking. Jack forced himself not to have a panic attack in the middle of the goddamn park and fought the crazy urge to run in order to avoid whatever it was that Alex needed to say.
Running was suddenly no longer an option when Alex’s left hand gripped Jack’s sleeve as he lowered himself to the ground. Jack almost thought that Alex was falling, until he landed on one knee, staring up at Jack with that serious expression on his face. Alex’s other hand came out of his pocket, clenched around something

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