Matt
Matt was cold, and it irritated him. But he didn’t want to get up off his bed to get in under the duvet. Instead he lay on his bed with his arms behind his head, staring uselessly at his ceiling. His fingers twitched with the need to contact James. He had so much he wanted to say.
Instead he closed his eyes and swallowed past a lump in his throat as he kept replaying their exchange earlier today over and over again. Guilt ate away at his insides like a vicious cancer. He was consumed by its voracity. Should he have gone after James? He’d failed him again at lunch. But Brian was his brother, and that would always trump anyone else. He had no guilt where that was concerned. It’s just his reality. Whoever wanted to be a part of his life, wanted a part of him, had to deal with that.
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