There were five of them in the row of townhouses, and underneath the sheen of public normalcy and personal success lived the gaping damage within. Goodbye, Baltimore
Ben hated saying goodbye. Forever it seemed. From the time he was twelve and Robbie left for Omaha, he’d learned to hate goodbyes, learned to hate the ebb and flow of people in and out of his life. Of course, there was no remedy. The more people he accumulated as friends and lovers, the more he said the word, two wrenching syllables that changed lives, the more he hated the final glance backwards, over the shoulder…the fading steps away.
There were five of them in the row of townhouses, and underneath the sheen of public normalcy and personal success lived the gaping damage within. Spark
Ben accelerated the speed on the treadmill. Watching Marcus had become the focal point of his workouts lately, and when he wasn’t actually with Marcus, he’d fantasized about seeing him there. Watching him lift weights or run a six minute mile or smile back at him. It was so complicated, living next door to the perfect guy, the one guy he’d wanted in more than a year.
There were five of them in the row of townhouses, and underneath the sheen of public normalcy and personal success lived the gaping damage within. Company Class
It was rainy and the type of horrible November morning he’d come to hate – intensely. Between the coffee fix that didn’t work anymore and his inability to purchase the chemical enhancements which helped him deal with the day to day, Corey managed to stumble into the bathroom to ready for the day of rehearsals and the opening performance of Romeo and Juliet.
There were five of them in the row of townhouses, and underneath the sheen of public normalcy and personal success lived the gaping damage within. Disposable
It wasn’t enough that Scotty left in a fit of tears this morning, but Braden somehow needed to tell Kyle it was time to go, too. He’d been seeing both of them on and off for a month, and things were getting a little too tight for Braden’s taste. Too many close calls. Too many near misses. He dialed the phone, and when Kyle answered, Braden simply said “Come over” and disconnected.
