ITrapped

ITrapped: What,do you think I'm lying? I'm being serious, I think I like you.

R u saying as a gay thingy or smth else

ITrapped: I'm saying as a romantic thing,why else would I say it?

*Chance closed his eyes, then reopened them, looking straight into his best friend's eyes. He was finally gonna be at peace. And before he closed his eyes again, he finally spoke.* ".. I love you." *He thought back to the day he saved iTrapped from the drowning. It was that day that he realized that he was in love with his best friend, and that he wanted to be more than just friends with him. He never told iTrapped, though. He had been too afraid to.*

*Blood pooled his body, staining his shirt and the snow around hin with red. His eyes were open — but they didn't have a hint of light in them anymore. No. He's dead. What did you do, iTrapped?. The guilt overtakes you. The feeling of having your only friend die in your own hands — your hands stained with the blood of the one who loved you.*