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228 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 23, 2008
Over the din of conversation Evan caught Matt's eye and shrugged at his friends’ nonsense, smiled again. He wasn't exactly sure why he was reaching out to this man— maybe force of habit. You see someone sitting that far down in the gutter, you lend him a hand.
Matt Haight let the conversational buzz and beer settle into his bones; it'd been a long time since he'd been drinking with anyone else around. And Evan Cerelli — well, there was something in his expression that Matt recognized. Neither one of them was entirely comfortable here, but, in the same breath, where else were they supposed to be? So Matt smiled back.
It was the highlight of his week, sitting in the near-dark, just talking, listening, drinking. They created a little cocoon of their misery, a safe haven in which to feel like a piece of garbage. To be tired and bitter and a failure, with no apologies. How exactly that moved to daily “shoot the shit” phone calls, he couldn't exactly say.
He couldn't pinpoint when he'd started noticing the little things, like the odd silver-blue color of Evan's eyes, or the way he moved... in control. He tried not to spend too much time dwelling on any of it, because it posed a much larger question than Matt was willing to ponder.
Of course the not pondering didn't help the situation once the dreams began.
Evan sighed. “I would have made a fantastic martyr right?”
“Jesus would've given you a medal himself.”
A few weeks ago he would have never imagined being in this state, being aroused and emotional and so... go ahead Matty, he thought wildly, admit it... So fucking in love he could barely function.
The words were still frightening but their power has lessened. Every time he confirmed and confessed his love for Evan, the rightness of it was reinforced.
“I wish to God I had an answer for you right now. All I know is that…I’m not turning this car around. I’m going home with you…and we’ll see what happens from there.”
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“Tell me to stop,” Matt whispered. “Last chance.”
“Words just confused things -- when they held each other like this, it made so much more sense.”![]()
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Learn to live again*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
Maybe that was the connection then. You grieve with every fiber of your being when the thing you love most is ripped out of your life.
“You become a cop and they teach you about protecting people and keeping them safe. But they don’t tell you how it rips your heart out when you realize you can’t do it. You can’t save everybody.”
Words just confused things -- when they held each other like this, it made so much more sense.