Hey everyone...this is just a short little oneshot I did in like fifteen minutes. School gets boring, okay? lol. Hope you like it...please review. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Degrassi or anything to do with it. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this crap. smile Have a great day! lol

It's amazing how eleven little words can change your life. Never the less, they still can.

"My freedom's something I just can't give up right now, Marco!"

They cut into your heart, your soul, and your purpose for being. They shred every last piece of your life into tiny microscopic pieces. They completely turn your world all topsy-turvy. It's not too fun to here those words for someone you love; someone you are completely incapable of not loving, those eleven little words.

It's also amazing that, just as easily as those words did, twelve words can hurt even worse.

"No son of mine will grow up to be a fruity boy!"

You see, when you add a word, it doubles the pain. It doubles the pain you feel when you feel that invisible knife plunging deep into your flesh, through everything you'd ever worked towards in your life. The whole wall that you've built up over seventeen years of life comes crashing down in a millisecond when your dad kicks you out of the house. Because of who you are, the person you look up to most rejects you. Those danged twelve little words.

Hah! It gets even worse…thirteen little words can hurt just as bad as the previous ones before them.

"Oh my God in Heaven, Marco's a little queer fairy fag? Ugh, ewww!"

It rips and tears at your mind until you're almost insane, forcing you to spend every waking moment thinking about all the people that hate you because of who you are. Every moment of the day, that's all you think about. Negativity has become your life; positive does not exist anymore.

Then, when every tiny thing that could go wrong has, and you are standing at the door of your last hope; you have the theoretical gun to your head…six little words turn your world back around.

"I will always love you, sweetie,"

The clouds over your head clear up; the theoretical gun falls to the ground. Everyone and everything that has ever hurt you doesn't matter anymore. You have a home, somewhere you can always run to. You're no longer afraid to fight back; your sanity has returned to its rightful place, for the most part. As long as you're in his arms, these six words, sealed with a kiss, make everything okay again.

"I love you too, Dyl,"