The warm jet of water was like a pleasant touch across his naked body. In the shower, he stood with his forehead on the tiles, letting rivulets tickle his eyelashes and the tip of his nose.
In front of him he could only see Russell Lee. Again and again.
The blond spikes, eyes bluer than the sky. Would Reggie remember that face forever? He wondered when the pleasant memories would begin to fade, substituting accurate details with ambiguous approximations. To forget the features of the man he loved…was there anything crueler?
Russell’s friendship was everything Reggie had ever wanted. How was he supposed to learn to live without it?
He changed position without finding peace. He tried to think about the way their next casual meeting night happen. They could meet at a new tournament, maybe
