He couldn't believe it, staring at the closed door the supposed love of his life had walked out of almost an hour ago. Zachary was in shock, weak kneed and broken hearted as hot tears rolled down sun-kissed cheeks. They were supposed to be happy together, build together. Just last week they'd been giggling over a future marriage, graduating and moving in together and now....now he'd learned that there was someone else. Fuck there had been<i>several</i>someone else's and suddenly everything Zachary had thought he'd known about his boyfriend was crashing down around him. He had been head over heels, painfully head over heels and the kicker was, the true kicker, was that he'd been told it was all his fault. That his best friend was the reason his lover had ran into the arms of other men, other women, anyone but Zachary to figure out their problems.<br/><br/>It hurt. God it hurt more than anything the artist had ever known, steps dragging him towards his all too empty living room as his body finally gave in. Crumpling to the couch, he felt like dead weight as sobs wracked his frame. A pillow clutched to his chest, face pressing into the fabric to muffle the cries of heartache. Zachary wanted the pain to stop and yet he couldn't think past, 'Why? Why me? Why this?' It tumbled through his mind endlessly until the tears began to dry and his voice had long since gone hoarse. Zachary felt numb, staring out at nothing for who knows how long. He didn't want this to be real, wanted to close his red, puffy eyes and wake up to his boyfriend back in his arms, laughing at stupid jokes and dragging him to every art gallery in the city. He wanted more 'paint me like one of your French girls' jokes, more goofy kisses and hiding during horror movies. He wanted his boyfriend back....<br/><br/>Green eyes blinked open, groggy as his head ached terribly. Apparently at some point Zachary had fallen asleep, but when he woke his wish had gone unfulfilled. His apartment was still empty and cold, his heart was still shattered and tears welled fresh within his eyes. It wasn't fair, grip loosening on the pillow in his grasp as the college senior peeled himself from the couch. The world tilted as he sat up, head falling into his hands as he groaned. He wanted to be anywhere but here, left hand searching for his phone as he pulled up the very contact that had been accused of causing this whole fiasco.<br/><br/>Without hesitation fingers tapped out a message, eyes misting as his throat closed around fresh sobs that gasped free.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Hey can you come over for a bit?</span></span><br/>​</div>Alois was his best friend and had been for two years now. They had a completely chance meeting when Zach had a part time installing wireless routers -- Thank you electrician father for putting in a good word -- and really they'd kind of been joined at the hip ever since. Zachary didn't want to believe that his relationship with Alois had anything to do with it. It's not like either of them had forced his boy-....ex....to sleep with anyone else, to seek comfort in anyone else. He was supposed to talk about these things, to confide in his lover and instead..... Zachary didn't want to think about it.<br/><br/>Sniffling, he hit send before dragging himself to the bathroom. He didn't want to be seen in such a state. Cold water was splashed over his face to cool the redness that lingered. It...sort of helped. There wasn't much he could do for his puffy eyes but eye drops helped the redness fade. A sweater made him feel less empty, as odd as that was, curling in on himself as he waited for a response. Zachary just didn't want to be alone right now. Hopefully Alois wasn't too busy.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 10px">[ <a class="username" data-user-id="191" data-username="@Indigo" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/191/">@Indigo</a> ]</span>​</div>