Pico x BF / Pico x Keith || Oneshots!

Originally named "You would hardly recognize me, I'm so glad." or "The Sign". A lot about this one-shot has been changed, I hope there's not a lot of inconsistencies. Warning! This is going to be very toxic. You know, like the book? There's just so much I've been writing with this pair, and I'm not stopping.
- Lucid <3

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The air was freezing cold, stinging the skin it came in contact with. Trains rushed in the background as a pair of men argued over many things at once. Hate poured from the conversation of manipulating, triangulation, gaslighting and overall insane behavior. The conversation could be heard from miles as they flipped back and forth from each other's topics, making points, and hurting feelings. Unfortunately, everything escalated. Insults were being hurled left and right by both parties until they ran out of breath to finally give each other a break.

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Pico quickly recovered his breath, having a higher stamina than me. He looked me dead in the eyes, as if I had betrayed him. "Why? Why are you so upset about me wanting to live my life? I don't get it. You can't handle me using my free will?" He challenged once more but I simply looked down to the ground. He was fucking manipulating me. He really just tried to manipulate me, what a fucking prick. Too bad for him, I learned a lot from my dad. "I don't give a shit about you living your life, but drugs, robberies, hired hits, and all that shit isn't a life. It's an early death. I care so much about you! I don't want to see you dead!" I cried and tried my best to explain, just one more time, one more time before I ended this.

"Nothing's happened to me yet and you never had a problem before. What's the real issue now?" He asked, flippant of my previous points. I stared in amazement. Was that even a question? "Before, it was just weed. I could handle weed, even if I didn't like it. I'd ignore it because I loved you." I said, crossing my arms looking off the rushing trains around us. He walked up to me and grabbed my chin to face him roughly. "Don't try to play that off, Keith. So what? You don't love me anymore?" He huffed and I just felt my mind cloud with a flurry of emotions. Love? what love? Is this love? I grabbed the wrist holding my chin and threw it off in a foul swinging motion.

"No."

I didn't bother looking at his face for long, an expression like I had just shot him in the chest was on his features. Though, I couldn't help but wonder. Was he actually hurt or did he think he'd never lose me? Not that it mattered anymore, he's lost me. And I did it, I said no. Was it hurtful? Yes. Was it necessary? Also yes. I never wanted it to go this far, but here we fucking are. No matter what, nothing is going to change my decision. I stood for a few more seconds biting back tears, it really didn't have to end like this but he chose this.

I turned and walked off. "Keith!" He called after me but I just continued, not even bothering to look back. I heard footsteps but all it did was make me sprint and keep going. This was over, he had to know that. After all this bullshit I've sat down and taken, he can't expect anything else from me. I gave him all my energy and I was finally burned out. So? I'm leaving, anywhere but where he is. Across the entire country if need be.

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Those memories burned my insides with a certain sting to accompany the heat. What burned even worse? Having Pico right in front of me, right now. It being the dead of night, nearly 12 am and here we are. His piercing white eyes gazing on my figure like I was the only thing he'd seen in a while. Again, face to face on a street I can't remember the name of right now. I was feeling a bit of Deja vu. I felt my hands nervously fidget at the situation. Was I supposed to run? And then what? I had run once before and here he was, standing before like a god staring at human creations.