The Wedding
By T.J. Blackley
Roger
Roger was left reeling, as he watched Vincent, one of his dearest friends, walk away from him at the racetrack, the sound of his words still echoing in Roger’s ears.
If you want Edward, you will have to ask for him.
It was impossible, Roger decided, as he forced himself to turn and make his way back to his spot in the stands—his and Edward’s spot. Edward could not possibly love him. Did Vincent think Roger had not looked? Had not obsessively cataloged every expression Edward had ever had, when looking upon Roger’s face, for signs of returned affection? Even the merest scrap would have satisfied Roger, but he had never seen it. They had been close ever since Roger’s father, Edward’s uncle, had adopted Roger at ten years old, after all, and Roger had r
