Who Are You?

--- We were never in love... But ... oh, we could have been --- 11 September 2018 Dylan was devastated. This time, he had completely lost him for good. There was no turning back. No, correction. He didn't lose him. Andreas was never his to begin with. He could've been, but he didn't. He held Andreas in his arms, crimson red blood smothering over his once white shirt, whilst parts of Andreas' sun-kissed skin tore like paper, his flesh showing. It was an uncomfortable sight, but Dylan couldn't care less. Tears filled the corner of his eyes. He was disgusted with himself, as well. The boy he had loved ever so dearly was now dying in his hands, and all he could do was cry. He felt pathetic. He regretted so much. If only he hadn't picked up the call the other day; If only he hadn't pranked Andreas, pretending to be his boyfriend; If only he had stopped messing with Andreas; If only he hadn't done all that... maybe, just maybe, Andreas wouldn't have killed himself.