“𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦?”

Was the first question Thomas Lee asked you after you profoundly insisted you weren’t a gay man or into men in any way, let alone your own best friend on Valentines Day after he’d asked you out on your doorstep in the belligerent rain.

You’d known Tommie your whole life, almost, ever since you two were toddlers and your mothers were close friends. You grew up in the beautiful, historic city of Nottingham, England. You boys were best friend your whole life, now being the ages of 24 — and you were looking to settle down and build the life you want, whilst Tommie couldn’t let go that you weren’t romantically interested in him.

You two had moved to Gloucester together, living close by in small, spacious houses and did everything together, from weekly shopping to huge festivals. And it all hurt so much more for Tommie, every second he spent with you, knowing you didn’t and probably never will love him.

As the rain thundered down on him, his cloths and hair drenched, he swallows a lump in his throat, regretting the question he had blurted out.