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10:11 Shutupandfight: Two months pass. I'm just barely keeping it together. I'm still haunted by what happened.

Work let me go on sabbatical after I broke down in my office a few times. So now I'm just sitting at home trying to process my issues. I go to a therapist but I can't tell them what's really bothering me.

I keep going back to that day. And sometimes I think about the night before. Then my hand finds my crotch. Soon I'm jerking off thinking about you. I feel even more fucked up afterwards.

Tonight, I'm having a stiff drink and trying again to get through this. As I'm laying on the couch, my body warmed by the drink, I reach for something on the coffee table. I hit my wallet and it falls open on the carpet.

Of course, what pops out? The business card Derek gave me. I should have trashed it. As I look down at the little card, I start to think. My thought process, lubricated by the alcohol. Derek. A trained killer. Maybe he can tell me how to get past this...

But no, another part of me argues. That man is trouble. I'll be fine with time.

The argument goes back and forth in my mind until I find myself punching the numbers into my phone. My heart pounds as I sit and wait.
03:47 AgentDerekSteel: Two months have passed, and I still think about that night and the day after. What happened, how it ended.

Before I met Evan, I was content. I had my training, I had my work, I had the responsibility of command over my small troop of mercenaries. These things were enough, they filled my days, they challenged me. And occasionally, I would find a hot piece of meat to beat on and fuck to let off some steam.

But that fight with Evan opened a door onto something I had never known existed or was possible. And then it was shut just as fast. Now, I felt like a blind man who had briefly been given his sight back, and then had it taken away. The worst part of it was that it was all my fault. The blank look, the dead look on Evan's face after he shot that CIA agent then turned the gun on me was seared into my mind. I wish he had shot me down rather than look at me like that. I'd never had much time for guilt, or regret, or remorse, but the toxic brew of all three were now my constant companion.

But I'm a warrior, and even when my journey takes me to the depths of hell, I face it. What else can I do? I deserved it. I'd ruined the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I was relaxing in my compound one night, trying to read a mission briefing for an upcoming job, but I had a hard time focusing. It wasn't unusual, not these days. Then, my phone rang. No doubt another request for my services. I pick the phone up, and answer, "Derek Steel, speaking."
10:11 Shutupandfight: My eyes were already welling with tears and my throat was tight by the time I heard your voice. I choked out a wet "help me..." Before taking a deep breath.

My voice shook as I spoke. "How do I forget? I can't stop thinking about what happened. Please. I can't live with this. It's all I can think about." I sucked in another breath as I finished, trying to avoid another breakdown.
10:43 AgentDerekSteel: When I hear your voice, it's like being hit with a lighting bolt. I'm literally stunned, and the pain in your voice twists in my guts like a knife as you cry for help.

I immediately think that you must be in some kind of danger, then I realize the danger is not physical. In someways it's even worse. Oh man... hearing your voice again fills me with that tornado of emotions, but right now, my first concern is for you.

Keeping my voice calm, forcing myself to be calm and strong, I reply, "Evan, man, you did right to call me. First of all, you can live with it. I know you can. You are one of the most courageous men I've ever met in my life. You are strong enough to live with it. Second of all, you can't isolate yourself. That's going to make it worse. Where are you now Ethan? " I take a deep breath, I don't know if this is a good idea or not, but hell with it, I'm going to say it anyways. I can tell by your voice that you are on the verge of losing it. I might make it worse... and if I did I couldn't live with myself. But... I understood why you can't talk about what happened with anyone else, and I also couldn't live with myself if you went off the deep end. You needed me. And... I needed you. "If you need me to come to you, I'll do that man."
11:27 Shutupandfight: The sound of your voice is soothing. As much as I wish it weren't. I hear you call me courageous and I almost laugh a little. Wondering if you just need to fight and fuck someone to make an accurate assessment of them.

There's a part of my brain screaming that I shouldn't be talking to you. It says you're just trouble. But as much as I want to write you off as a thug, a criminal, some psycho that fucked up my live; I can't. When I think of you, I always think of that first moment our eyes met in the heat of combat. And then again when we were in bed.

I barely register your offer to come to me. That rational part of my brain is shrieking. But I want to say yes. I really can't stand being alone with this. I need your support. So I ignore my screaming conscience. "Derek... I'm at home... please come."
11:38 AgentDerekSteel: I swallow heavily, fuck. Is this really happening? Did he just invite me to his home? I tell you that I'll be about an hour. My current ... place of business... is not far from the city. I was planning on relocating sometime soon, but I kept putting it off because I couldn't quite face not being near you.

You live in a pretty posh area, which befits a vice president of marketing. I'd done just a bit of background checking into you after we'd met. Couldn't help it. I dress to avoid getting noticed or standing out, just some casual jeans, sneakers, and a blue polo shirt. In less than an hour, I maybe pushed the speed limit just a bit, I was getting out of my car, walking up the stairs to your home, and feeling more nervous then setting up for a job, knocked on your door.
14:15 Shutupandfight:

I'm startled out of my daze by the sound of the doorbell. My stomach churns as lie there. This was a mistake. But he's here now. I can't just ignore him.

I choke back every emotion I'm feeling and I open the door. I have to admit the casual look works for you. I'm just wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I'm clean but not as done up as I would be. Showers are relaxing so I bathe often.

I beckon you in without a word, leaving you to shut the door behind you. Instead of going back to the couch, I turn to the kitchen. "You want a drink?" I say in a very weary voice.
14:27 AgentDerekSteel:

I step inside, in a turmoil, the actual sight of you shattering the empty aching feeling I've been enduring since we parted last.
As you turn your back and ask me for a drink, I hear how tired you are in your voice. Dealing with the fallout of killing a CIA agent and meeting me together is clearly stretching your coping skills to their limit.

I remember a time when I was much younger, and not quite so hardened, when I used a lot of drink to try and forget. Didn't work ultimately, but it helped for a while. "Sure." I respond, keeping myself controlled and calm. You will tell me what you need to tell me when you are ready. I feel a lump in my throat watch you from behind, damn... so fucking beautiful. Aching. Longing. But going to be what you need me to be, not what I want to be.

I stand in the doorway, holding the doorframe, leaning casually, muscles flexed naturally, I don't even think about it. Just watching you mix the drinks. Something in me is suddenly content just to be here, near you.
14:39 Shutupandfight: I pass you your drink and stand on the opposite side of the kitchen counter. I sip my drink and eye you silently. The way your body moves and the rippling muscles make me feel a warmth low in my gut that I haven't felt in awhile.

But you're here for a reason. I need to think for a minute I put my head in my hands and breathe deep. I wave a hand in your direction to tell you I'm alright. I just need a moment.

Finally, I look up and into your eyes for the first time in awhile. "I just want to stop thinking about it," I start. "Logically, I know I'm okay. I was a bystander in an intense situation. They never identified themselves. Just barged in. I was acting in self-defense. If any trouble is yet to come of it, I've got a great lawyer to turn to. But logic doesn't make this feeling go away. I'm sick every time I think of it. I just need to know how to put it behind me."
14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I listen carefully, then I put the drink down after taking a sip. I step forward, and I know what I've got to say. "Hit me." I point at myself. When you look stunned, I clarify. "Evan, look at me. You can't make it go away with logic. Or by ignoring it. Or by wishing it. You have to let it out. Some people scream, rage, break the furniture. Some people just fall into a stupor. But however you deal with it, you have to face it head on. If you are anything like me, then I'm betting the best way for you to start working through this is to let it out with your fists. You are a fighter. You need to fight, but you can't fight this. So fight me instead. Take it out on me. I can hold it for you. There is anger behind this. Why did it happen to me? Why did I do it? Why did I get mixed up with that fucker Derek in the first place? Why can't I stop thinking about how those men looked lying there dead, blood leaking out of their bodies? You have to let it all out. Just beat the holy fucking shit out of me, and you'll start feeling better. Trust me. I've been through this before. Now, go on, hit me. Let it out, give it to me Evan. I'm strong enough to take it."
15:06 Shutupandfight: Your words are shocking. But they make sense, in a fucked up way. I absorb what you say and let it spread through my mind. The numbness I've been feeling finally ebbs away. It gives way to anger, fury, wrath. I can't say I hate you. But you're the cause of all this. A sudden but deep connection in the heat of combat and sex can only soften my feelings so much.

A familiar fire lights up in my eyes. It's not as fierce as before. It's colder and full of bitterness, but it's something.

I move from behind the counter and I stalk over to you. I stop right in front of you. I hold your gaze. I want to communicate everything with this action. I want you to know that I want this to hurt you.

I take a breath, and yell launch a punch at your jaw. Full of malice and rage.
15:10 AgentDerekSteel: I see what's in your eyes. I recognize it, and I welcome it. No man should have to hold on to that. It's fitting that I take it from you, since it was because of me that you are feeling it.

Your muscles flex and I think.. what a fucking beautiful sight... then your first smashes into the side of my jaw, and my head snaps savagely to the side, a glob of spit and blood splattering your nice clean wall. I stagger, seeing stars in front of my face and feeling a ringing in my ears. I catch the wall with my hand I stand up and nod, a bit unsteady. Then I catch your eyes, and I echo back your fierceness. You don't need compassion or tenderness right now. You need rage. You need to let this out. I snarl at you, in a harsh voice, "Harder. Hit me fucking harder."
15:13 Shutupandfight: The fire burns hotter and I charge. I fucking roar as U throw my entire body into this swing at your cheek. But I don't stop there. I deliver several more blows to your face and head before I back off, panting and finally feeling something besides guilt.
15:16 AgentDerekSteel: I don't react as you charge me, and your fist smashes into my cheek, my head rocking to the side again. Seeing bright lights explode in my eyes. I stagger, try to stay on my feet, but you follow up with more blows to my head, snapping it right and left, my eye starts to swell as you catch it. Damn.... this fucker is strong... I override my sense of self preservation, refusing to fight back, then you send in one final blow to my chin and I spin 180, and I fall to the floor, my muscle quivering slightly, blood and spit leaking out of my mouth, knocked out cold.
15:21 Shutupandfight:

As the euphoria wears off, I look down at my handy work. I know you encouraged it but I can't help but feel a little bad. But you were right. I am feeling better. Nowhere near 100%, but better.

Gently, I pick you up off the ground and I take you to my bedroom. I lay you out on the bed and leave the room. I come back with a first aid kit and some ice packs. I start tending to the damage I caused. All while trying not to admire how beautiful you are.
15:22 AgentDerekSteel: (Good stopping point!! Hot shit dude. Sleep well. )
07:27 AgentDerekSteel: I lay there, eyes rolled back in my head, some blood and spit leaking out of my mouth, my eye already starting to swell, face pretty battered. Completely out of it, I slowly start to come to. My combat training kicks in as awareness returns, and I jump suddenly, my hands starting to jerk up. Then, a moment later I see you standing over me, and everything rushes back.

I catch your eyes for an unguarded moment, and see the way you are looking at me. My hands slump down, and I feel strange. I'm not used to being vulnerable. It doesn't come naturally to me. I let my head lay back as you wipe the blood and drool off my face and take an ice pack to my eye. I feel ... strange, a bit woozy and lightheaded from being used as your punching bag, and so I don't even question it as my hand seeks yours, twining my fingers through yours, in a very subconscious gesture.
00:13 Shutupandfight: I freeze when our hands connect. As much as I like the feeling, and as much as I may like you, I don't think we could have a life together.

I let you hold my hand while I gently hold an ice pack to your eye. I look at you softly. "Thank you, for coming here and doing this to help me. You're really something, Derek." I swallow the lump in my throat and continue, "When we spent that night together, I was honestly looking forward to more with you. I thought we'd fuck once more, trade numbers, go on some dates, keep fucking, and maybe have something more together. But when... what happened that next morning happened, I lost all hope of that."

I roughly brush a tear out of my eye, no time for that now. "Honestly, I still want that. There's no hope of it. But I still want it. If you said you'd leave all of that behind and just go straight from here on, I'd do anything to never lose you again. But I'm not stupid. I know it isn't that easy. I know there will always be someone after you. And always more reasons to kill. You saw how it fucked me up. I like to seem like this tough dude who goes to shitty bars looking to fight. But there's a difference between beating down a consenting opponent and taking a life. I had to do it, to defend myself and you from a threat I didn't understand. But it's a world that I wouldn't survive in."

I finish and realize more than a few tears are rolling down my face now. I look down. I can't bear to see any hurt on your face that I may have caused.
03:55 AgentDerekSteel: I lay there slowly, drifting as you tend to me. Strangely vulnerable, but also feeling cleansed. I needed that as much as you did. The impact of your fists on my face had been as cathartic for me as it had been for you.

When you spoke, when you laid out the situation in cold crystal clarity, I tasted the anguish, the pain, and the impossible longing like something bittersweet in my gut. But nothing you said was any kind of new to me. I understood. Of course that's how it was. I can't just walk away from my life, because it wouldn't walk away from me. I couldn't ask you to live in my world.

But after your fists had smashed my face up, I was somehow more at peace with the situation. The numbness, the emptiness I couldn't bear, but the pain I could. Pain was familiar. Pain I could handle.

And now you were crying. And you hadn't let go of my hand. I sat up, and spoke then, reaching out with my other hand to gently brush away the tears from your face. "Evan, Stay here.." I gesture around to your nice apartment, your well to do surroundings, "..and live the life that I can't have, live it for both of us. I want you to know that you are far stronger than you think." I chuckle, and point at my tenderized face. "Look at me."

I tilt your chin gently towards my eyes. My one eye is shining with tears, and my face conveys a mixture of pain, longing, respect and tender strength. I nod at you gently before speaking again. "You'll be okay now Evan. I can see it in your eyes. Knowing you are here, living your life, knowing you are okay is what matters to me." I hold your gaze for a moment longer, letting you see my sincerity. Then I speak again, "I should go now."
04:29 Shutupandfight: I sit there and listen. I'm lost in your eyes but I hear everything. I understand, but I hate it. And when you say you should go, I put my hands on your shoulders and keep you there.

I look deeper into your eyes. I'm trying to commit everything to memory. Then I lean in and place a soft kiss on your lips. "Let's be together once more before you go... I need you."
04:47 AgentDerekSteel: I move to get up, but your hands on my shoulders push me back down. I look bemused, as you keep staring into my eyes, then you bend down and kiss me on my lips, and I hear your words, oh man... I can't say no to you. I shouldn't. It's not going to make what follows any easier. But I can't do it. I can't say no. I give myself up to your kiss, lose myself in your taste, my body straining to be closer, tighter, more in contact with you. I pull you down into the kiss, and give myself over to the moment, my hands kneading deep into the thick muscles of your back and lats, once again revelling in the touch and feel of this incredible man.
05:06 Shutupandfight: I know it's an awful idea. I know it's going to make letting go so much harder. But I need this so bad. There's no stopping once you pull me down on top of you. I'm lost in the absolutely blissful feeling of solid muscles against mine. The kiss gets fierce sand my tongue dives in to explore your mouth once again.

My hands dive under your shirt and set to work groping, massaging, kneading the powerful body underneath. My cock throbs as it grows hard in seconds and I grind down, seeking friction to provide some relief.
05:18 AgentDerekSteel: Your hands make their way underneath my polo shirt, the feel of your hands on my hairy, steel muscled abs and pecs like electricity. My own cock responds to you instantly, beginning to leak pre cum to stain the fabric of my underwear.

I raise up on one elbow, the ice pack you placed so carefully against my swollen eye sliding off, my injuries forgotten in the heat of our mutual need. I grunt as I flip us over, towards the middle of your bed. I straddle you for a moment, my butt resting against the throbbing outline of your cock in your trousers. I reach down as I look deep into your eyes, my mouth cocked into a half grin, and work your shirt up and off over your head, pulling it free and tossing it aside. I do the same with my own shirt, and throw it to the side. Then, I let my weight lower down on top of you, wanting to feel my skin against yours. I grind my crotch into yours as I slide my hairy, steel hard muscle against your tough, powerful, well defined fight muscle.
10:24 Shutupandfight: I can't help but grind up a little when rest your ass near my cock. My black shorts pitched up in a massive tent from my hard on.

The way you look down at me as you strip my shirt off makes my heart race. You strip off your polo and I get to admire your beautiful body. The body of a warrior. Muscles forged in battle. You come down on top of me. Your body against my own solid fighter's build. Every inch of contact is electric. I start to kiss you again. I'm greedy for more. And we start grinding. It feels fantastic, but I need more contact.

I work my hands between us and undo your belt. Pulling it out of the loops and throwing it aside on the floor. I pop open the button and undo the zipper. Your cock pushes through the new opening, though still restrained by your underwear.
I flip us once more. Getting up to remove your jeans and throw them aside. i strip my shorts off and return to bed in my tight blood red boxer briefs. I love to look at a man in his underwear, so I take my time and soak in the sight. Sliding my hand from your chest, over your abs, and cupping your bulge. My hand rests there, slowly stroking your cock through the fabric as I come down to kiss you again.
11:04 AgentDerekSteel: The energy between us surges, building, intensifying. Regardless of what our minds might want, regardless of what we think we should or shouldn't do, something deeper and more primal draws us together, the sheer masculine exchange of power and sexuality building in intensity as it flows between us. I'm laid out now on my back in my underwear, my cock straining hard against the fabric of my black cotton briefs.

I put my hands behind my head, and lean back, drinking in the sensation of your hand rubbing down my hard, hairy muscle, the sensation of your touch sending shivers down my body. My eyes drink in the countour and shape of your well-trained, hard muscle. God... my heart aches, he's so beautiful... he doesn't even realize it. My cock twitches eagerly under your touch. Somehow this time, you need to be in the drivers seat, and I need to let you. I don't know how I know, some kind of primal instinct, but I am yours right now, completely and utterly in your power.

You lean down to kiss me and my body twitches violently from the feel of you, and my arms snake out from behind my head and wrap around your torso, gliding up across the thick ridges of your lats, meeting between your shoulder blades, one hand running down towards your ass while the other massages your traps and the back of your neck. I lose myself in the taste of your mouth, running my tongue around your teeth and inside of your jaw. We break off for a minute and I look up into your eyes, as you hover over me. Somehow, my throat catches, and with a lump in my throat, my voice quivering with intensity, I stammer out, "My god.. Evan, you are so fucking beautiful."
15:42 Shutupandfight: I'm stunned by your words. "Derek... I..." And I dive back into the kiss with more need than ever before. I don't know what to say. So much I want to say. But we need to just enjoy this moment together.

I climb on you and wrap my limbs around. I hold on line I'll never let go. I bring as close to me as possible. Mouths locked, tongues sliding over one another. Obsessed with the taste of you. Two sculpted warriors locked in a moment of intimacy. Chest on chest. Cocks grinding through layers of thin fabric. I reach down and free them both. Finally that contact they've been craving.

That moment of connection overwhelms me with feeling. I struggle to swallow the lump in my throat. I hold you like I never want it to end. In a voice raw with emotion, I say your name. Chanting it a few times like a mantra. This moment needs to last forever
19:44 AgentDerekSteel: You dive back into me, and the sheer power, the passion behind your kiss hammered directly into my soul. I gave myself over to the moment, I let go of rationality, control, everything. What mattered was you, right now, right here, with me. Nothing felt so right as you with me. You grab me and hold me tightly, and I hold you as tight back. The raw, sheer need I have for you, the ache inside me that longs for connection with you is fully in the drivers seat.

The connection with you is singing through my nerves. I don't want to let you go, the sheer raw emotion of the moment is rushing through me like a tidal wave. I thought our first encounter was intense. But that was only the appetizer compared to now. You began to chant my name and I started shaking, holding you tight. Somewhere in the encounter you had freed our cocks and I felt shivers of electricity running up and down my body, precum leaking out of my stiff dick in a small stream rubbing against your own cock. Man to man. Warrior to warrior. We belonged together. I cried out your name in return, the sound of it like power and purpose and connection and belonging on my tongue.
10:02 Shutupandfight: Heavy breathing, yelling, swearing, tears and sweat. This feels like more than just sex. Both fully naked now. Rolling over one another on the bed. Grabbing handfuls of your muscular ass. Grinding and stroking each other. Delirious with pleasure. I say "Derek... fuck... Derek... I want you... I need you... Oh fuck, I need you with me." Hot kisses between the words. Frantic groping. Trying to get ever closer to you.
10:17 AgentDerekSteel: What can I say but the truth as we roll back and forth on the bed, both of us naked. The sheer intensity of the intimacy between us has me feeling naked in every sense of the word. I hold you crushingly tight as we roll back and forth, exchanging kisses, my hands digging deep into your body, feeling the thick mass of your muscle beneath. I murmur in a deep voice, throbbing with intensity, responding, "You have me... I'm here. With you, right now.. I've got you Evan, and you have me."

My nuts are churning from the close contact, and to my shock I realize that I could cum just from rubbing my cock against you and your incredible body. The intensity of the shared intimacy is so powerful, months of pent up desire, longing, mutual need that we have both been trying to repress, all of it desperate to be expressed here and now with each other. Our abs and crotches are becoming sticky with shared precum.
10:22 Shutupandfight: Just the sound of your voice pushes me closer to the edge and I start grinding against you with more intensity. "I'm get close... fuck I'm so close" I want to hold out so we can cum together
10:35 AgentDerekSteel: I find myself pushed right to the edge as we grind against each other. There is a frenzied, primal sense to it. I hold back as long as I am able, then stare into your eyes as I feel us both sync up, our bodies in tune with each other. Pulsing together, building together, ready to release together. I whisper back, "Me too Evan... oh man..." I go silent then, and just allow myself to get lost into your eyes, falling inside you, struck by how connected I feel to you, how much you mean to me on levels I never knew existed.

Then... we both erupt.... the orgasm is the most intense I've ever experienced. It hits me like a thunderbolt as the cum spews out of my cock, my balls clenching and releasing thick ropes of cum. I scream out, looking up into your eyes as the electric feeling of release curls my toes and makes my fingertips start to tingle. I can only whisper as it starts to fade, "Fuck me..." Then pull you down for a long, slow, gentle kiss, still feeling the need, in some ways more profoundly, to be close and connected to you than I did before that orgasm.
10:45 Shutupandfight: The orgasm tears through my body like a bolt of lightning. Our eyes are locked for the entire thing and this connection feels like so much more than lust.

As my body releases the final aftershocks and you pull me in for one more kiss, I find warm tears begin welling up and slipping through my eye lids. This kiss is probably the last we'll share. I damn every circumstance that found us in this position. Everything except you yourself. You're a pawn in this chaos like me. Neither of us could have anticipated this. I just wish we could stand together in it instead of being forced apart.

I grip your biceps and let the kiss linger for a few seconds longer before I break away and bury my head in the crook of your neck. Working my arms under you to embrace you
11:04 AgentDerekSteel: I kiss you gently, feeling your body against mine, wanting it to linger for as long as it possibly can. Your tears as we kiss drop on my cheeks, or is that my own tears mingling with yours? You break off the kiss finally and burrow your head against my neck as you grip my biceps, then work them under neath my body, I wrap my own arm around your shoulder and pull you close against me.

I know that the core circumstances of our situation are not different, and for once in my life I am struck by the depth of my regret and sorrow. I make a point in my life of never looking back, always looking forward. I don't have time for regrets or might-have-beens. I'm a fighter and a warrior, but there is nothing here to fight. "Evan..." I whisper, my eyes shining with unshed tears as I simply lay there, not moving, breathing gently, holding you gently and tenderly, feeling completely broken and strangely whole right now in this moment.

Eventually even our breathing syncs up. Our bodies and our primal selves know what they want, what is right, even while our minds and emotions are torn.
11:12 Shutupandfight: I sigh deeply when I hear you say my name. "I know..." I know it's time to let go. But I'm determined to let you know you left me better than you found me this time.

I sniff and get off of you. Taking in the mess that we made. "Heh... Um... If you want, you can use the shower before you go. Or I can just grab you a towel." I look at you with a sad smile. Sad, but loving.
11:22 AgentDerekSteel: You get up off me, and I know it's time. Somehow, knowing that I helped to heal a bit of the hurt I caused gave me the strength to face the pain of separation. I smile, looking down at the thick, sticky mass covering my hairy, hard abs. "A towel is fine."

It's the look you give me that goes right to my heart, so sad and loving. I reach up and tenderly touch your cheek, returning the look. Then you leave and return with a towel. I clean off the jism from my abs, and give yours a few swipes as well.

I quickly get dressed, the sense of sorrow and ache inside growing stronger as I do, but given a choice between the emptiness that had plagued me after our first meeting or this aching sorrow, I'd take the sorrow any day.

I head towards the door, ready to leave. I turn, looking back this time, unlike our first parting, "I meant what I said... you are one of the bravest bastards I've ever known. I'd be proud to have you fighting beside me." Now why the hell did I say that? It just slipped out. It isn't what I meant to say. I kept talking over, saying what I thought I was going to say originally, "Make the most of your life Evan, you've got it good here. Remember that out there, I'll be with you, thinking of you every day. Knowing you are safe, here, in this life makes me a stronger, better man." I open the door, and leave.

Published: 2020-06-09, viewed 84 times.