He envied Gavin and Torin, and the longevity of their love, beginning in friendship as children, growing into love as they grew up. He envied how they spoke by a touch, a look, a glance, a lifted eyebrow. Would that, could that, be possible with Raoul? But would he always be second to Gavin and Torin? He could see in Raoul’s dark eyes that he and Gavin had been lovers. Lowell shrugged. He couldn’t answer those questions.
He went to what felt like the center of the EWU campus, a fountain, now filled with dead leaves, branches, bird droppings, the nestings of mice. Somewhere nearby, he smelled groundhogs, foxes, feral cats and dogs. The buildings around the fountain, the brick walk ways, were broken and shattered, empty. All of that remained of one building was a huge pit, filled with rubbl
