I don't own the guys…
Just like spending time with them.
THE WEIGHT OF FRIENDSHIP
by Pegbronco
His long legs slowly took him up the wooden steps to the door of his partner's apartment. The weight of the world pushed him closer to the earth under his feet. The hole that had ever so slightly grown in his heart, sucked the air out of his lungs. The trauma that inflicted his partner, spilled over to him. Moving forward stranded his ever being. You hurt, I hurt.
He dug in his pocket for his keys. The key that fit in the knob, was there hanging next to his own. Next to each other were they belonged. Me and Thee.
He slowly entered the dwelling. It was as dark as his last few days were. He flipped the light switch. His eyes gazed over the room. His possessions showed his soul.
He past his hand over the back of the peacock chair as he past by it. His long fingers smoothed out the blanket that protected the couch. Cover my back, I'll cover yours.
He strolled to the kitchen, and the floor that had held the game and their tears. He turned to the sink. The small clipping of green, sat trying to grow in the sunlight, and with time. He gave it the moisture it craved, and sat it back in it's place. To nurture the other.
His heart and soul slowly let the emotions of his last days to surface. The hot tears threatened to strangle him. He went to the couch and allowed gravity to take hold. To have his life brought down in a hail of gun fire. It was ever etched in his memories. To take the good with the bad.
To see those indigo eyes flicker back to life from under those long dark lashes, it was the return of his heart and soul. The return of that that was once lost.
To be allowed to have his partner and friend back, was life changing. Now to hold that which was taken so violently away, a friendship that will forever be cherished. To love and be loved in return.
As the weight of the tears emptied the anguish with them, his heart slowly closed the hole. A hole of despair now filled with life. Their life continues.
The End