Azaiah Ends Relationship with Marius

Life, Relationship change

Marius is 'dumped' by Azaiah

"It's not like it was at home, Marius." Azaiah had told him. "It's not that I don't believe you, I think in your own way you really do still love me... But it's not enough. You're too busy. You never have time to be together."   Marius didn't know what that was supposed to mean. "We're together right now. We're together almost every night."   "Maybe physically," the dark haired boy replied. "But you're mind is always somewhere else... usually in the simulator."   "That's not true," the redhead protested.   "Marius. I'm a Betazoid."   Marius shifted, "Where does this leave us then? How do we fix this?" He caught the look in Azaiah's eyes. "How do I fix it?"   Azaiah smiled sadly at the shorter man. "Marius. Aren't you tired of this? Aren't you tired of playing this game of plugging holes just to let another form?" He didn't wait for Marius to answer. "We've had this conversation so many times that it's starting to feel rehearsed."   Marius nodded and tried to not think about the other times they'd had this conversation, the other times they'd broken up only to be back to each other a week or so later.   "Not this time, Marius," the Betazoid replied to the unspoken statement. "Besides, we both know that there's almost no chance that we'll be assigned the same posting. And even if we were, there's still a year between us. I'll be who knows where while you're still here."   Marius was stunned into silence.   "Don't you have anything to say?"   The redhead's eyes dropped to the grass of the quad for just a moment before his gray eyes flashed back up to find Azaiah's warm, dark, irises. "What do you want me to say, Azaiah? Anything I could say to try and change your mind you've already cut off at the knees. I just..." he didn't want to say it; didn't want to admit that not only was he going to miss the young man he loved, but he was afraid of being lonely.   "I didn't say we wouldn't stay close. Or that we'd never talk. We're a part of each other, and we always will be." He smiled at Marius.   "Then why?" he asked, not liking how desperate he sounded. "Why does anything have to change? And we might be assigned the same posting, we're on two different tracks."   Azaiah smiled. "I'm a scientist, a xenobiologist. And we're at war. I'm not likely to be 'out there' all that much for a long while... You're Command Track. If this war is still going on, Starfleet isn't going to waste any time getting you to where you're needed."