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“I’m in love with you, Eliott,” he whispers, voice low to conceal the tremor running through him.
“Lucas, please,” Eliott mutters. His eyes are closed, screwed together so tightly it looks painful, and Lucas should stop but he can’t. Not now, not when he’s finally said it.
“I am,” Lucas insists, stronger this time. It draws a whimper out of Eliott, low and broken at the back of his throat, and Lucas falters. “I love you, Eliott.”
Eliott opens his mouth but nothing comes out, lips moving around soundless words sure to hurt Lucas. He sees it coming, has seen it coming for years now, but if you never try, you never know, right?
“Y-You can’t,” Eliott finally croaks out. “Not now, not —”
“Why not now?” Lucas interrupts, taking a tense step forward. “What’s wrong with right now? Why can’t I love you, Eliott?”
Eliott winces as he says it, like the words are scraping and scratching his vocal cords as they escape, and Lucas freezes.
“What do you mean you’re leaving?” They’re barely words when Lucas asks. Just breath pushing past his lips, wheezing into the silence, too scared to put any strength behind the syllables.
“You know how my dad has been traveling a lot lately? For work?” Lucas nods, silent. “He got a promotion. The company is transferring him to a new office.”
Eliott’s chest rises, falls. His shuddering breath sends a shiver of terror down Lucas’ chest. Eliott gulps, rough and watery, a half-sob echoing through the room.
Lucas feels his face go slack, numbness creeping through his veins as he stares at Eliott, stares at the boy with tears clinging to his lashes, wary eyes tracking Lucas’ reaction.
Lucas’ knees buckle, falling out from under him as he stumbles backwards. A trembling hand reaches out to him but he dodges Eliott’s grasp, slumping against Eliott’s desk chair instead.
“How long have you known?” he chokes out.
“Few days.” A shaky breath. “I’ve been...I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you —”
“Oh, and you though now was a good time?” Lucas blurts out, pushing off the desk to look at Eliott. His chest feels tight, too tight, like there’s not enough air in his lungs, in the room, in the world. “Now, when I’ve...when I’ve finally —”
— prompt from @lallemanlucas
