Kieran sat at the counter in his silent apartment. His sketchbook lay open and a bottle of beer sat near it on a coaster. His pencil and eraser sat on top of the paper. He tipped his seat back carefully, balancing precariously on the stool’s legs. He could faintly hear someone in the hallway. A quick, sharp knock came at his door. Kieran tipped his seat forward to rest and walked to the door. He peered through the eyelet, seeing Finn; he seemed upset. Kieran opened the door.
“Hey,” Kieran said.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” he asked.
Kieran turned and walked back into the apartment, Finn following. What’s this about…?
“Am I an idiot or something?”
“Am I just always screwing up and no one wants to tell me?”
“No, what are you talking about?”
Finn sighed in frustration, and said, “Bee broke up with me.”
Kieran wasn’t sure how to respond. Finn continued.
“She tells me… she doesn’t want to force me to be with her when she knows I don’t love her. She thanked me for what time I did spend with her.”
“…did you love her?”
“I thought I did… But now, I don’t know, she could be right. Aren’t I supposed to?”
“I don’t think that’s something you really have any control of,” Kieran answered.
“I guess… but, I feel like I screwed up. Again.”
“This happens to me all the time. Every single girlfriend I’ve ever had. Am I doing something wrong…?” Finn wondered, face strained with disappointment. “I always figured that… even if I wasn’t into someone when I started dating them that it would change.”
“Don’t push yourself. You’ll find someone. And… I’m sure you’ll be happy,” Kieran told him, his heart sinking a little bit.
“Thanks… you’re a good friend, Kieran.”
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2 months ago