Chapter Three
Bosco sat by his bedroom window staring out into the city night. Glancing at his bedside clock, he groaned. Five a.m. This has got to stop, Bosco thought, I need to get me some sleep. The silence of his apartment backed him as he contemplated the source of his insomnia. Monday through Friday, Bosco awoke every morning, handled his business, went to work, then straight to bed at night, no problem. But the weekend was different. That's when the thoughts came, the regrets, the wishes. Maybe it was because he was away from his partner for two days and that was just too long of a separation. Or maybe it was the knowledge that she was spending quality time with her family, her husband, with not a stray thought his way. Whatever it was, the insomnia would creep up on him like a fog sneaking across a grassy meadow until it literally suffocated him, leaving him gasping for air. And he would come to his window and think, because thinking was better than failing attempt after attempt to sleep.
He would come up with scenarios, different ways of coming clean to Faith. Sometimes he thought about just dropping it in during their daily banter: "Yeah, Christopher was an ass, thank God he transferred.by the way I love you." Other times he envisioned himself roaring up to her apartment building, crashing through the doors and literally whisking her away from her pathetic husband. Fred, Bosco thought with disgust. I'll never understand it. But to admit his feelings would take courage, something Bosco didn't possess. He chuckled in disgust. I can chase criminals day after day, risking my life in the process, but I can't tell a woman I want her?
But this wasn't just any woman and he was smart enough to realize it. Bosco sighed, drowning in his desperation. He felt the need for a change, knew that his life was at a standstill. But the only way he could imagine himself making that change was with Faith. He knew he could be a better man if Faith was by his side, truly with him, not in the sense of partners or best friends. As his.
Sighing again he glanced at the sky. The sun will be up soon, he thought, as he headed into the kitchen to start the morning coffee.
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Bosco sat by his bedroom window staring out into the city night. Glancing at his bedside clock, he groaned. Five a.m. This has got to stop, Bosco thought, I need to get me some sleep. The silence of his apartment backed him as he contemplated the source of his insomnia. Monday through Friday, Bosco awoke every morning, handled his business, went to work, then straight to bed at night, no problem. But the weekend was different. That's when the thoughts came, the regrets, the wishes. Maybe it was because he was away from his partner for two days and that was just too long of a separation. Or maybe it was the knowledge that she was spending quality time with her family, her husband, with not a stray thought his way. Whatever it was, the insomnia would creep up on him like a fog sneaking across a grassy meadow until it literally suffocated him, leaving him gasping for air. And he would come to his window and think, because thinking was better than failing attempt after attempt to sleep.
He would come up with scenarios, different ways of coming clean to Faith. Sometimes he thought about just dropping it in during their daily banter: "Yeah, Christopher was an ass, thank God he transferred.by the way I love you." Other times he envisioned himself roaring up to her apartment building, crashing through the doors and literally whisking her away from her pathetic husband. Fred, Bosco thought with disgust. I'll never understand it. But to admit his feelings would take courage, something Bosco didn't possess. He chuckled in disgust. I can chase criminals day after day, risking my life in the process, but I can't tell a woman I want her?
But this wasn't just any woman and he was smart enough to realize it. Bosco sighed, drowning in his desperation. He felt the need for a change, knew that his life was at a standstill. But the only way he could imagine himself making that change was with Faith. He knew he could be a better man if Faith was by his side, truly with him, not in the sense of partners or best friends. As his.
Sighing again he glanced at the sky. The sun will be up soon, he thought, as he headed into the kitchen to start the morning coffee.
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