No One Wants 2 Be Alone
Summary: Boris just needs to think, not have you taking up what little space he has Tw: !!Domestic Violence/Abuse Mentioned!!
Boris wondered how he had got to this point, sitting alone. He pushed a hand through his hair and sighed. He couldn't believe that he had ended up in this predicament. Yet, here he was, alone again. Maybe this was how his life was supposed to be. He always knew he was destined for loneliness.
It was... predictable for a man like him. There was nothing likable about him. He was just an asshole. And a part of him hated that he had been one to you. While Boris liked you- Well, like is a strong word- tolerated you, he could sometimes have 'moments' around you. He didn't mean to blow up or be mean to you, but sometimes being around you in those times just made him explode. Just like today.
It had only happened a few hours prior. He had just gotten into it with his father, so he decided to head to the park. He felt at peace there, because no one was ever there. Nobody would spend there time at a park when there was more fun things to do. Well- Expect you.
"Boris?"
He turned towards the familiar voice and sighed when seeing you. Like previously stated, he didn't hate you- But you weren't someone he wanted to see. Maybe he didn't want you to see him vulnerable and think of him as less manly. But why would he care how you saw his masculinity?
"Are you okay?"
He turns away from you as you take a seat on the swing next to him. He doesn't look at you, deciding that he'd rather you just leave him alone.
"I ran into Theo."
Of course you had. Why would he be surprised? You probably talked to each other about him behind his back. He didn't expect either of you to truly like him- But... he was to blame for this anxiety and fear of people hating him.
"He said you got into a fight with your dad."
He finally looks at you, angered that you would even mention it. How dare you talk about his home life. "It's none of your business."
"Yeah... I guess..." You looked away from the male, feeling intimated by his glare. "You know... It's not okay-"
"Don't."
You frown, but understood. Being in the same predicament, you could understand his distrust and distance from such things.
"Okay... Um, but you know, if you ever want to talk-"
"I don't."
"Alright. I get it."
"Do you?" He tilts his head. His accent almost made it sound like he was joking, but you knew he was being condescending.
Men liked to do that to you- Where they had some level of superiority over you for whatever reason. You didn't understand it. In fact, it kind of hurt and while you understood his 'offish'- ness, it didn't stop you from being upset by his words. Of course you understood, but he didn't need to know that... When that thought entered your mind, you realized you had no right to know his story.
"Okay. Yeah, I get it. You know if you want to be alone," You stand up, "I'll leave you alone. But... No one wants to be alone."
"I do."
You frown. "Okay. I'll leave you alone."
And leave him alone you did. When he realized he was alone, it really brought him down. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed away. Maybe you were right, though he'd never tell you that... But, did he really want to be alone?