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Keith stops Lance just before he climbs into a taxi after one Tuesday night. Lance is going to stay with some friends who lived off campus. They'd had a good few hours, they'd bought hot chocolate and took a walk through a park with grass that was coated in silver frost. It was cold but Keith felt so warm in Lance's presence.
"You okay?" Lance asks, staring at Keith with his large, navy blue eyes. He takes a deep breath. No going back now.
"I just- I just wanted to ask you something." He mutters, twisting his fingers and cracking his knuckles anxiously. Softly, Lance smiles at him and nudges him forward.
"I was wondering- I want to know if you want these Tuesdays to become more. Like, dates. Like, boyfriend dates." Keith slowly says, not meeting Lance's eyes, "'Cause I think you're really great and I like you a lot. In a 'I want to hold your hand and kiss you' way." The sentence comes out sloppy and rushed so Keith hides behind his floppy hair in embarrassment. He hears Lance sigh softly and and place a hand on his forearm.
"Keith, I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way."
And suddenly the taxi is driving away and Keith is left on the sidewalk all alone. The numbness sets in.
"Oh, that's fine. I'll see you next week." Keith whispers to no one and turns on his heel to walk back to campus. But he doesn't get far. There's something in his throat, something heavy but soft. He frowns and chokes out a hearty cough. Keith feels something tickle the hands that cover his mouth.
He brings them down and stares at his palms.
Forget Me Not flowers.