My teachers lover (kellic)

Kellin stood up, brushing himself off like he was trying to get rid of a stench. He didn't make eye contact with me until he looked around the room for me. He knew that I was the only real thing to help him out. Vic couldn't save him. I was the only one who could. What I contained, could help him. He needed me to survive. Because, without me, he was nothing.
He had contemplated taking me, and I had contemplated talking to him. But I didn't. he needed to find me on his own. So here I sat waiting. For him to get too tired of everything, and finally give into me. But nothing. I just sat here. Unused, unloved, and most of all unneeded. That was the thing.
I wasn't really what he needed. But I try to think that I was what he needed in the end, right? He did need me. He just didn't want to believe that he needed me. Like I was some kind of disease that he didn't need taking over his body. Like I was a poison that could be used at any moment. Yet here I was. Here I stood. Here I would stay until he got tired of playing the "I'm fine" charade. And I couldn't be the one to tell him that.
He had to figure it out on his own. But I wished he would figure it out sooner. It was getting boring.
How foolish of me not to tell me what I am. I'm his antipsychotics that he really doesn't need. We don't do anything but numb his temporary pain. He hasn't used us in over a month.
It wasn't that he has forgotten us, it's the fact that this new Vic guy is keeping him happy.
I wasn't jealous but-
He picked us up. He sat us on the counter. Holy crap! This was the moment! Wait what is he doing. Putting us back in his medicine cabinet?
He really was happy.
He really didn't need us.
He just wanted a temporary happiness the times before. And what could I do? Make him stop being happy? No. He was finally okay.
He's really matured.
Wow.

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