I've known Rayson for a long time now. We first met when I transferred to the states back when I was 15 years old.
He wasn't as outgoing or suave as he was now. In fact he was more introverted and reclusive. It gives me a feeling of superiority knowing that I was the one who brought him out of his shell.
Well... we both were broken in some way. I lost someone dear to me while he... he lost everything.
I've treated him as a friend all these years and never thought to go past that. Len was precious and the only person I could think to look at in the way that I do.
I've never thought that Rayson could harbour such feelings for me. I didn't want to lose him as a friend... No... couldn't... He had been my pillar of support throughout these years... If I were to push him away, I fear losing a dear friend...
And yet...
"Doyle... why... can't it be me?" Rayson asked as he pushed me down onto the bed.
