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I am only a fan

Jonas looked into Asher's eyes.

"I need to show you something," he said.

"Okay, show me." Asher said.

Jonas led Asher back into the recreation center. He led Asher into an empty bathroom and locked the door.

"What is this?" Asher asked.

"Just, relax." Jonas said, responding to the red coloring he saw appear on Asher's ivory face.

Jonas inched towards Asher, slowly closing the space between them.

"I'm going to… give you a memory."Jonas said.

"That's… Not your job, Jonas." Asher said.

Jonas ignored him.

"Asher, can you please remove your shirt?" He asked.
"Jonas, that's…"
"PLEASE, Asher… Please?" Jonas said. He started to feel irritated.

Asher turned away slowly. He faced the bathroom stall. His face was stony and emotionless; just like everyone else in the community.

"I-I won't look, okay?" Jonas said. He turned around. "I won't…"

Jonas heard Asher's shirt fall to the ground. He approached Asher.

"Okay, I'm going to give you a memory now." Jonas said calmly.

"Okay," Asher said.

Jonas put his hand on Asher's back.

He gave Asher a memory that took him to a small house. It was a warm house, and everything was close to the ground and very quaint. The floors were carpeted and soft.

"Carol, I'm leaving now," said a voice.

A tall, handsome man appeared. He was wearing an old military uniform and he had piercing, eyes that seemed to twinkle.

"Oh, John," said another voice. It was a woman. She ran towards the man and they hugged each other tightly.

"Oh John, don't leave," the woman said.

"I have to." The man said.

"Don't forget me," the woman said.

"Never," the man said.

"Oh John… I love you." The woman said.

They held each other at arm's length and looked into each other's eyes for a long time. There were no words, but the message was clear.

They embraced again.

"I love you too Carol," the man said softly.

The memory ended.

Asher stepped away from Jonas.

"What is this?" He asked. "What is this, Jonas?"

"I showed you, Asher," Jonas said. He felt relieved for a second. He slowly reached out to Asher, who was awkwardly putting his shirt back on. Jonas held Asher at arm's length.

"Asher," He said.

"What?" Asher asked.

"I… I love you." Jonas said.

Suddenly, hearing the words come out of his own mouth, Jonas wasn't sure if he actually meant what he was saying. Did he really love Asher? He didn't think so. There were so many feelings, and he was just one person. He couldn't handle it all. Why me? Jonas thought. Why am I the receiver? So I can be the most confused and burdened member of the community? Who's idea was this?

Asher moved away from Jonas. "I hardly understand what those words mean,"

He left the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Jonas didn't know what those words meant either, to be honest.