It's another WipItUp Wednesday.
Hello! I'm giving you the first three paragraphs from a m/m story I am writing that is an off-shoot of my All They Ever Needed series. At the end of this year, I'm splitting my name into two- all my m/f stuff will be under Thianna D. But all my M/M stuff will go under Thianna Durston. (This post will also be mirrored over at blog.thiannad.com.
This book is tentatively titled Brick by Brick.
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A soft breeze blew over the blades of grass, lightly playing with Finnean’s hair where it lay a little too long along his shoulder blades. He didn’t even notice as he sat on the grass, playing with a piece of it. “It’s Tuesday,” he said quietly, staring straight ahead at nothing. “Remember Tuesdays? You had econ at seven in the morning – why you ever elected to take a morning class is beyond me. And that blasted alarm of yours that went off at six-thirty, then six-thirty-five, six-forty, until I got up and pushed your ass out of bed.” His voice broke and his lips quivered even as his eyes blurred with tears. “I’d give anything to have those mornings back, love.”
Sniffling, he dropped the blade of grass and dug the heels of his palms into his eyes. “I bloody miss you,” he whispered. “It’s been ten years to the day since you died and I still miss you. Every day, every moment, every time something happens, I think: I need to tell Jaimie. Only…you’re not around to tell.” Unable to hold back, he sobbed softly, staring with unseeing eyes at the gravestone in front of him. “Do you even know I never got to say goodbye? I tried. I tried so bloody hard, Jaimie. The hospital wouldn’t allow me in because we weren’t legally married, then your parents wouldn’t even allow me to your funeral.” His voice broke on the last word and once again he sobbed.
It had been years since he had been in Yakima. He left town the day after Jaimie’s funeral and hadn’t been back. He was only back now because of his own family drama. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been by to see you before. I had to go, get away, or I think I might have died.” Taking a deep breath to try and steady himself, he continued, forcing a lighter tone into his voice. “I went on to med school, just like you encouraged me to. Even became a surgeon. Maybe if I’d had these credentials and this kind of knowledge back then I could have saved you.” Gripping his hands, he dug blunt fingernails into his palms to stop the idiocy. Even if he had been a doctor back then, he would not have been objective enough to treat the man he loved. Not even taking into account the fact everyone would have kept him away from the man who held his heart. Well, not today, he supposed. Today he and Jaimie could have been married. And nothing would have stopped him from being at his side.
Sniffling, he dropped the blade of grass and dug the heels of his palms into his eyes. “I bloody miss you,” he whispered. “It’s been ten years to the day since you died and I still miss you. Every day, every moment, every time something happens, I think: I need to tell Jaimie. Only…you’re not around to tell.” Unable to hold back, he sobbed softly, staring with unseeing eyes at the gravestone in front of him. “Do you even know I never got to say goodbye? I tried. I tried so bloody hard, Jaimie. The hospital wouldn’t allow me in because we weren’t legally married, then your parents wouldn’t even allow me to your funeral.” His voice broke on the last word and once again he sobbed.
It had been years since he had been in Yakima. He left town the day after Jaimie’s funeral and hadn’t been back. He was only back now because of his own family drama. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been by to see you before. I had to go, get away, or I think I might have died.” Taking a deep breath to try and steady himself, he continued, forcing a lighter tone into his voice. “I went on to med school, just like you encouraged me to. Even became a surgeon. Maybe if I’d had these credentials and this kind of knowledge back then I could have saved you.” Gripping his hands, he dug blunt fingernails into his palms to stop the idiocy. Even if he had been a doctor back then, he would not have been objective enough to treat the man he loved. Not even taking into account the fact everyone would have kept him away from the man who held his heart. Well, not today, he supposed. Today he and Jaimie could have been married. And nothing would have stopped him from being at his side.
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