Something Like Stories - Volume One (Something Like..., #7)

by Jay Bell

Eric returned from the realm of hazy memory to find a hand on his own. Like the hug from Marcello so long ago, the grip was almost painful in its strength, but the reassurance it gave mattered more. Tears were on Tim’s cheeks and his jaw kept flexing. “I don’t want to lose you,” he croaked. “He was an idiot to walk away.” Eric managed a smile. “I’m glad he did. If Gabriel hadn’t left me, my friendship with Marcello wouldn’t have become as close as it did. Even more unthinkable, I might not have met you.” But Eric wasn’t entirely pleased with the way things had worked out. Gabriel should be the one sitting at this deathbed, having already suffered through the experience twice before. He had no more innocence to lose. Tim’s greatest problems involved accepting himself and getting over his failed relationships. Challenging, but nothing like looking death in the eye. That was a rite of passage everyone faced, and life was never quite the same afterwards. Eric hated putting Tim through that. Of all the things he sometimes dreamed they could be to each other, he had never wanted this. “I’m tired,” he said truthfully. Tim didn’t move. “Do you need a drink? More medicine? Maybe we should—” “There’s nothing more I need,” he interrupted gently. “Except maybe to see that painting. Show it to me.” “I’m not done yet.” Eric slid his hand free so he could pat Tim’s. “Then you better get to work.” Tim rose and returned to his canvas. Eric closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but he still f...