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Philkas week day 6: long-distance

“Who’s Philip talking to?” Sarah asked Ralph. She just got to their usual table in the dining hall and noticed that Philip was off sitting by himself on the phone.

Ralph looked up from his plate. “His boyfriend,” he replies. Mikala next to him snorted. And Sarah rolled her eyes. “What?” Ralph asked with his mouth full.

“You don’t actually think that this guy exists, right?” Mikala asked with a look that said she thought Ralph was an idiot.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“You believe that Lukas whatever, agriculture student in Michigan, who has the dreamiest eyes and just says the sweetest things is a real person?” Sarah asked. Ralph shrugged. “No one has even seen a picture of this guy.”

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The fight is explosive. Raised voices, crying, pacing around the room, hair-tugging explosive – and the looming finality of Philip’s whispered, “I don’t know what I want anymore,” after Lukas asks sucks all the air out of their little apartment like a flashfire. It’s the worst argument they’ve ever been in, and, by the end of it, Lukas is drained; sits on the edge of the bed – their bed – with his head in his hands, lungs burning from the effort he’s putting in not to scream. It’s been six years. Six good years. High school and college and the year Philip deferred for an internship in London. And now…

“I don’t know what I want anymore,” Philip said, eyes wet and shiny with unshed tears, and Lukas doesn’t know what he wants either, but he knows it sure as hell isn’t this. Him, without the words to patch everything up brand new. Philip, across the room and a million miles away.