Hi people! Well, I think this is my worst piece of writing to date but hey! I wanted to write something but it just wasn’t happening and… Anyway here it is. I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense. I really don’t have any excuse.

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‘I have AIDS’

The one sentence that would break me and cause my life to change forever.

Looking into his tear-filled eyes I realised something: I loved this man. And now I was going to lose him. In a state of shock, I just stood there on the side of the street. Tears flowed down my cheeks, tears to match my lover’s.

“Please,” he sobbed. “Please, John. Please don’t hate me.”

My heart flew to my throat.

“Gorgeous, I could never hate you.” I wrapped him in my arms. “Don’t be stupid,” I mumbled.

‘What am I going to do? I can’t… I can’t…’

Lost in my stunned thoughts, I didn’t hear Steven’s quiet voice against my chest.

“Are you going to leave me?” he asked, repeating when I didn’t hear.

‘I should. It’ll save me a lot of heartache and pain.’

But even as I thought this, I knew I couldn’t do it. I was in love with him for Christ’s sake!

“Steven,” I said, raising his chin so that I could look him in the eye. “I love you.”

Steven seemed to stop breathing. “You… I…”

“Steven, I love you so much and I will never leave you.”

Steven cried even harder than before, his hands trembling seemingly of their own accord.

“I can’t let you do that,” and he turned, plunging into the rush hour traffic.

“STEVEN! What the fuck…?!”

On reflex I ran, dodging cars and taxis before I finally caught Steven. I pulled him back and seconds later a huge furniture truck drove over the spot where he had resided.

“Steven!” I said before kissing him. “Jesus Christ! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

Just then, I heard the loud horn of another truck and without a second thought I scooped up Steven and rushed back through the traffic. Amazingly, I survived this ridiculous escapade with only a hard blow to my left hip.

Once back on the footpath, I collapsed, bringing Steven down with me. He was still crying. When I didn’t move, Steven looked up and kissed my head.

“John?”

With a great amount of willpower I opened my eyes. “Mmm?”

“Thank you.”

Incredulously I stared at him. “Thank you?! What the fuck do you mean ‘thank you’?! What the hell did you think you were doing?!”

He looked down, hiding his eyes. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

Okay, admittedly, my heart melted, but I was still pissed.

“Don’t you think that it would hurt me to see you throw yourself in front of a truck? I love you, Steven.”

I hugged him until the pain in my hip was too much to bear.  Steven sobbed.

“But… AIDS…”

He sounded like he had lost all hope. I kissed him softly.

“We can fight it. We will. Together. I’m not leaving you,” I said firmly.

He smiled that gorgeous smile that I had come to love.

Later that night when we were curled up in my bed, Steven whispered in my ear.

“John?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too”

I grinned, suddenly feeling much warmer.

“I know, love. I know.”

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I told you it was bad. Please review!