  Jean-Michel was curled up on the couch. He hadn't moved for hours. Everytime he tryed to, his neck hurt. He put his hand up to his neck and gingerly felt the bruises Quingar had left there. Quingar watched from the door to his bedroom. ~I don't know why he loves me so much.~ Jean-Micheal knew he was there. ~I don't know why I love him so much.~ Quingar slowly moved over to Jean-Michel and picked him up. Jean-Michel opened his mouth to say something, but Quingar shook his head. He layed Jean-Michel down on his bed, and went to get something to treat his slight injuries, and some ice for his neck.
As he worked, he said "Jean-Michel........I'm sorry. " "It's not your fault. You've never been able to control your temper. " Quingar said something quietly. "What? " "I said.....I said.....you're...you're my best friend. My only friend. Nobody is more important to me than you. That's why I can't hang around you anymore. "Jean-Michel's eyes filled with tears. "I don't want to hurt you anymore, Jeanny. " "You haven't called me that for such a long time.
But I will not&nbsp; leave. I do not want you to be alone. " Quingar smiled, and nodded. As he turned to shut off the lights, he said "You have the most gorgeus eyes I've ever seen.
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