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by
T.M. Frazier
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January 23 - January 23, 2018
“The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?” Edgar Allan Poe
Preppy is capable of both cruelty and mercy, of both murder and salvation. He’s been the victim, the villain, and the hero.
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. The way back will be paved with blood.
Passionate. Relentless. Rough. Frenzied. We were all of that and more. So much more.
“Samuel Clearwater, I promise I’ll never leave you,” I whispered, my voice as shaky as my limbs. “I love you.”
“Love doesn’t even begin to cover it, Doc,”
“Listen man, life is short. Nobody knows that better than me. We gotta seize the day. Carpe the diem while we still have diem’s to carpe and all that shit.”
Growing up Grace had always told me that you can be a bad boy and still be a good man. I think I was finally understanding what that meant.
And family to me was everything, but the saying that blood was thicker than water didn’t mean jack shit to me because I knew who my family was and blood was something we spilled for one another, not shared.
That inch could mean the difference between an ouchie he’s hurt, and an oopsie, he’s dead.”
“You and I need to have a serious fucking talk.” I leaned down until my nose was almost touching his. “About the abomination that is waffles.”
Dre was everything any man could ever want. But she was all MINE.
“Because, Samuel Clearwater. You’re everything.”
“Because pancakes.”
That’s just what family does. They protect one another.
Because that’s what family does. We live for one another. We die for one another.
He’d shattered me. Thoroughly. Beautifully. Crazily. I never wanted to be put back together.
Because you, Samuel, are a rare one.
None as unique as you. None as flawed as you. None as passionate and wild and enthusiastic about life as you. There is NO substitute for Samuel Clearwater and there never will be.
We struggle. We overcome. We’re loyal. We love with everything we have and fight with everything and more. I’ll fight for you and Bo. Every fucking day with everything I have.”
I’ll love you now and forever. In life and in death, and especially in the in-between.”
“Happy wedding day, Mommy and Daddy. I love you.” That was his entire speech, but I felt like he’d said so much with so few words. He’d barely finished when he leapt toward us and we’d wrapped him in a hug. “That was fucking amazing,” Preppy said. No one bothered to correct his swearing to Bo because he was right. Amazing by itself wouldn’t have done that moment justice. It was fucking amazing.
Our love was practically tangible. I felt it moving around between us. A zing. A connection tethering us together even when I thought he was dead.
Preppy’s love wasn’t ‘romantic’. It was beautifully painful. It was the storming-the-castle, take-no-prisoners kind of love and I never wanted to escape from it. From him.
She was mine, and I wasn’t letting her go.
“My favorite word is any variation of FUCK.
“I love you, Mommy.”
That family runs thicker than blood. Blood you’d spill for them, even if it’s your own.
