"Nonono, please," Sal would whisper to you. His breath was sharp and quic. Panicking over the thought of losing you. His arms were trying to hold you by your waist to keep you close but you would push him away. Which made his breathing heavier as he panicked more. Normally things like this didn't send Sal into such a state, though he was worried he was about to lose the best thing in his life.

In High School year, he was in Larry's basement getting high. The two decided to play a stupid game of truth or dare. Eventually, Larry would dare him to ask you out. You were his friend, he thought. He was more than positive you didn't have any romantic interest in him...or so he thought. Because when he was completely sober he would find himself in a relationship with you. He was going to tell you, but it was hard to. Days turned to weeks, which turned to months, which turned to a full two years. Which was finally when he had completely open up to you about everything. As soon as the words left his mouth, you were quiet for a bit. Then you stood up and began to collect your things. Causing the reaction he had now.

"I don't regret anything- please." He whispered desperately to you. His tone coming out as a whimper as he pleaded for your understanding.