Looking Out A Window

by L.Pupper

Patroclus is teetering on the edge. Stuck in a whirlwind of his own depression and diffidence, he struggles to step back into the real world. Then he meets Achilles, who might or might not change a few things.

"You know, we should do this more often," said Antilochus, looking over at me as he downed his third shot of tequila. His cheeks were bright pink, and his eyes shone with the telling sign of an inebriated person. Still, he showed no signs of stopping.

"I guess I don't go out much nowadays," I admitted. I had been nursing the same beer for the past two hours. Antilochus didn't look fazed. "I like it when we hang out together," he replied, smiling at me. He had the most infectious smile of anyone I'd known. Guilt churned through my stomach.

I hadn't made much of an effort lately to keep in touch with him. He'd been the first person to reach out to me, the first to answer my calls. Even after everything that happened, he didn't hesitate to be there when I needed him.