HE SAID NO. The weight of the decision he had made for the both of them when he had turned down Julian’s request, it was one that was currently threatening to crush his shoulders. The realization in it hit him full force when he was home, alone, running through the list of ways that this could have, that this should have, ended. The man was fresh out of the shower, staring at the tattoo that was etched into his skin, recalling the memory of receiving it. It was his way of commemorating the love that still hadn’t left him, the love that he’d died for, for decades. The owl was gorgeous, right over where heart was still beating in his chest.
He was so distracted with his own hurt, he hadn’t even noticed when the tears had started. His cheeks were wet with what he assumed was the last time they would say goodbye. It hurt, it hurt to know that he would never be privy to the smile that had been his literal last string - the one thing that had gotten him though, and he had turned it away. A steep inhale, practically choking as bottom lip trembled, a hand reaching up to wipe at his face furiously when he heart the knock at the door. It was late, and he was a victim of his own emotions, a moment he didn’t want to share with anyone. But, that dream was just as crushed as he had been,
A sigh is forced past lips. “Just a minute.” Still shaking voice calls from the bathroom ,stepping out into the bedroom. Shirt is pulled over his head, sweatpants already hanging a little bit low on the line of his hips, until finally he’s pulling the door open. Surprise, and the instant need to hide those emotions seizes him, when he registers Julian standing there. He doesn’t know where to start, or what to say, not yet ... so he just, stares at his favorite past, and what was once, and probably still is his only future. @gldcnsins
