A/N: Sorry this chap's kinda short. Still, I hope you all like it, and remember to review, please!
Ker wakes up screaming. He sits up from where he lays on the bed, gasping for air. A moment later, golden light floods into the tiny apartment room. Ker feels warm, strong arms wrap tightly, securely around his trembling frame. He buries his face in the crook of his husband's neck, seeking warmth, comfort, and protection.
"Shh, my Ker," Phong murmurs. He combs his fingers soothingly through his lover's soft, silky long hair. "Shh. You're alright. You're safe. I'm right here. No one is going to hurt you. Not anymore."
This only makes Ker sob harder. His body trembles violently. Phong rocks him, softly singing an old lullaby that his mother used to sing to him when he was young. Slowly but surely, Ker calms down. His sobbing fades, his trembling stops. Now, he is laying limply in Phong's strong embrace, completely exhausted.
"I'm - Im sorry," Ker chokes out, drying his wet eyes with the sleeves of his pajama shirt. "I - I didn't mean to wake you."
"Sorry?" Phong repeats. He shakes his head. "Ker, sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for. You had a nightmare. You have every right to be scared. You've been through a lot, more than anyone could go through. Yet, you came out alive, and that's why I'm proud of you, my Ker. I'm proud to call you my husband, because you're stronger than you think you are."
Tears gather in Ker's warm brown eyes. He looks away, lips trembling. He doesn't believe Phong's words. He feels he doesn't deserve someone like Phong - someone strong, beautiful, kind, and caring. He believes the soldiers' words - that he deserves to feel pain, that he's nothing more than a freak. That he is an it.
"Don't say such things, Phong," Ker replies in a trembling voice. "You don't really believe that. I'm not strong. I'm weak. I let those soldiers hurt me. And, anyways, I deserve to feel pain. I deserve to be hurt. I don't deserve your love."
"Ker!" Phong gasps out, startling his husband. He instantly calms down. "I'm sorry, Ker, but this has to stop. I'm really, really tired of this. You can't keep putting yourself down like this. It isn't healthy."
"I don't care if it is healthy or not, Phong," Ker replies angrily. He narrows his eyes, pushes himself out of Phong's hold, and crosses his arms over his chest. "It's what I believe. If you don't like it, too bad. I'm not going to stop believing this anytime soon."
Phong growls, growing angry, too. "You know what, Ker?" he snaps. Ker narrows his eyes further, silently daring Phong to say what he wants to say. "I'm done. I'm done with this bullshit. I can't live with someone who refuses to love themselves. I can't deal with this negativity."
"What are you saying, Phong?" Ker growls out.
"I'm saying, we're through," Phong answers him. He lifts up his slightly trembling hand, and pulls off his golden wedding band. He drops it onto the nightstand beside the bed. "Maybe one day, when this bullshit is done, then we'll see about getting back together. But, for now, this relationship is over."
Ker stares at Phong with wide eyes, hoping and praying that this is all some dream, all some nightmare. He watches in horror as Phong climbs out of bed, and walks to the closet. He pulls out a shirt and pair jeans before hastily tugging them on. He gets his shoes and puts those on as well. After, he fishes for his jacket and zips it up. He walks to the nightstand, opens it, and grabs his wallet and mobile phone from the drawer.
"You can't be serious, Phong!" Ker cries out. He jumps off the bed. "You can't really be leaving me! Please tell me you're not serious!"
"I'm sorry, Ker, but, yes, I am," Phong replies. He walks towards the door, unlocking and opening it. Being past midnight, the hallway is dark, with only a few dim lights on hanging from the ceiling. "As I said before, I can't live with someone who refuses to love themselves."
Tears sting Ker's eyes. "But, Phong -!"
"I'm sorry, Ker," Phong murmurs, before stepping not only out of the apartment, but out of Ker's life, leaving Ker a sobbing mess on the floor, alone once again.