"Mary, we need to talk," John whispered, carefully placing his book on the small wooden table. Her eyes immediately darted toward his face, concern written all over them.

"What is it?" She asked quietly. He quickly glanced around the room, taking note of all the students laboring over their school work like obedient slaves. A few of them wandered through the maze of domineering bookshelves, others typed away violently on their keyboards, completely unaware of the outside world. He earnestly hoped they wouldn't turn into witnesses.

"I'm gay," he blurted out.

Mary let out a few bouts of laughter, cool relief washing her face.

"God, John. I hate you. You really had me scared there. I thought you were going to break up with me." She released another chuckle, picked up her novel, and resumed her reading.

"Mary, I am breaking up with you. I'm gay."

She stared at him, eyes wild with confusion and fury.

"WHAT?!" She shouted, her voice breaking the calm, concentrated quiet of the library. The typing ceased, the foot steps came to halt and every head jerked toward them. Somehow, the silence became more encumbering than before.

"Mary," he whispered urgently. "it's not you. I'm gay."

"You're being serious?" Her voice was still a few volumes too high.

"Yes, Mary. I like men."

"I don't believe you."

"Mary, I'm not lying. I swear to God."

"What the fuck! How can you be gay?"

"Um, I really don't know Mary...it's not something that I can choose, you know..."

"Are you sure? How can you be so sure?"

"It's been like this for a while, I just couldn't admit it to myself. I just noticed it when I started liking this guy a few weeks ago..."

"Oh god," she breathed. "What's wrong with me? Am I that bad of a girlfriend?"

"No, Mary! You're perfect. I still love you, you know. But, this is something that can't be helped."

Her bottom lip quivered, and her dark eyes grew wet with emotion. He embraced her warmly, and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

"I still love you too, you know, but this really sucks," she admitted between sniffles. "Can we at least stay friends?"

He smiled sweetly at her and squeezed her hand. "Anything for you," he said.