Matt pulled his motorcycle in front of Calvin’s house. He was there to try again. He didn’t have much hope at this point, but he couldn’t give up.
Probably completely idiotic and futile. Calvin wanted nothing to do with him. And he couldn’t blame him. He hated himself right now, too.
The last few days had been torture. A few times, as he worked with the other emergency doctors, he’d seen Calvin from a distance. To see his lover…former lover…across the room and know Calvin wanted nothing to do with him was horrible. Calvin was clearly avoiding him, and he just wanted to punch everything and everyone in sight.
And he was completely to blame.
He approached the front door and rang the bell. “Calvin,” he called.
As he suspected there was no response. He tried ringing the bell several times
