“Say something, I’m giving up on you. I’ll be the one if you want me to. Anywhere, I would’ve followed you. Say something, I’m giving up on you. And I am feeling so small. It was over my head. I know nothing at all. And I will stumble and fall. I’m still learning to love. Just starting to crawl. Say something, I’m giving up on you.”
-A Great Big World (Say Something)
March 2027
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining bright in the sky, and it felt like the New York winter had left early. Noah sat out on the patio with Vivian. She looked far more fragile now than ever before. Her body had taken a beating from the cancer. Despite her deteriorating appearance, she was holding on and full of love and pure good energy.
“How much longer are you and Blair going to put off going to London,” she asked.
Noah smiled at her, “We’re waiting just a little bit longer. I can’t leave you, Mom. I’m waiting for your miracle. I got mine. When you get yours, we’ll be good.”
“Baby, the miracle is the peaceful exit. I’ve lived a long, rich, and rewarding life. We had this conversation before last year. I told you to live, and you started, but I feel like you’ve stopped since the accident. Keep living, Noah. I’m your mother. You obey me.”
With a smirk, Noah said, “We can have this fight tomorrow.
She laughed, “You’re so damn stubborn at times.”
Suddenly, her laughing stopped, and she began coughing. It was a horrible cough, and within seconds, she spit out blood. It was the first time either one of them had seen that. It scared them both.
Noah screamed, “CLIFF!”
There is never a good time to say goodbye. Even when you know the end is coming, it’s still such a hard thing to accept. Noah had known for a year that Vivian was going to die. Her cancer had come back aggressively, and she decided to forgo all treatment. Even with all the knowledge on hand to mentally prepare himself, it was still difficult to see the end beginning.
The team of doctors in the board room was trying to be sensitive and delicate with the information. Cliff was utterly devastated hearing them say that the end was near and giving recommendations on hospice care. Blair squeezed Noah’s hand tight to show his support for him.
The room felt like it was spinning. Everything was moving at speeds he couldn’t process. He kept thinking there was never enough time. All the years he spent living away from home were now years of regret. Noah couldn’t listen to them anymore. He got up and walked out of the room. He needed fresh air. He needed to breathe again!
April 2027
Noah stood on the Brooklyn Bridge, staring out at the river. He had been there since the early morning hours. Life was not making sense to him anymore, and he was struggling to figure out how to connect everything in his head again. Blair’s hand touched his shoulder.
Noah asked, “How’d you find me?”
“Vivian loved this bridge. Noah, I know this can’t be easy for you. I’m not gonna pretend I know what you feel. Just tell me what you need me to do.”
“I need you to tell me that what I’m about to do is okay,” he said as he faced Blair, “she’s holding on because of me. She’s scared that I won’t be okay, but I know she’s in pain, and she’s ready to go. I have to let her go, and I’m scared to do it.”
Blair wiped Noah’s eyes and said, “What you’re about to do is brave, selfless, admirable, and it’s not just okay. It’s the right thing to do for her. She’s done so much for you. Hell, for everyone you’ve ever brought home. Vivian Montgomery deserves her rest.”
The two embraced on the bridge. As the world turned around them, they focused only on each other. The task at hand was a difficult one, but it was truly going to change their lives in more ways than one.
Noah entered the hospital room. Vivian was sleeping peacefully. Cliff greeted him and exited the room to give him time alone with his mother. MJ had opted not to be there. He couldn’t bear to see Vivian in pain, so he was off with Matthew. As for Matthew, he had come the day before to say his goodbyes.
Noah took a seat next to his mother. She felt her son in the room. She opened her eyes and seeing his face made her smile. Tears rolled down his face.
“Hi, he said.
Weakly, she said, “No tears.”
Noah lied, “No tears. I’m just happy to see you.”
She smiled, “Lying to your mother. I can smell him. He smells like a man with a million hearts.”
Noah gasped, “Dad?” He remembered when he was facing death, and his father was there.
“He’s forever young,” she said.
Noah took her hand. “You have done such an amazing job with me and my kids. I wanted to make you proud. I wanted you to finally see me happy, but I know no matter what happens next, you’ll see it.”
“Noah, my beautiful boy, the worst things that can happen to you have already happened. I can see your life, and it’s beautiful no matter what. You have loved, lost, and found. Don’t be afraid,” she said as she pulled him closer. “Come closer. I have to tell you a secret.”
Noah leaned in closer. Vivian whispered something in his ear that his heart was not yet ready to receive, but his mind heard it and stored it away for the perfect time. Tears slowly rolled from both their eyes.
“Mom, I’m going to be fine. I have my kids, friends, and Blair here with me. I will look after Cliff. It’s time for you to take your rest. You’ve done good. Close your eyes and rest. I have it from here. You’ve done well, but it’s time to be with Dad. Let him carry you into the arms of your Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Go be young and free and in love with the man who smells like a million hearts.”
“I wish I could stay forever,” she cried.
“I wish you could, too, but no one ever can. It’s okay to go. You just save a spot for me.”
With her dying breath, she said, “I love you, son.”
Her eyes became heavy, and she closed them. Her breathing began to slow down. The moment was nearing. It was all so surreal but real, nevertheless.
“I love you always and forever. I will carry you in my heart until we meet again. Tell Dad I love him and thank you for sending me back.”
“You’re welcome,” she mumbled.
Noah knew then that she was crossing over. She took one last breath, and the grip she had on his hand ceased. She was gone. He felt the life leave her body. His own heart began to slow down. What’s next? Do you scream and cry? Or do you hold it together and put on a brave face? Where are the answers? He quickly learned there was no right answer. There was only an emptiness inside and all this love that no longer had a place to go.
Three Days Later
The church was full of people who had come from all across to pay respects to Vivian. Her service was taking place in Orlando because it was her wish to be buried next to her first husband. He was, in fact, the love of her life. Vivian was a woman who loved fiercely and was loyal and compassionate. Her death broke the hearts of many. Noah had been moving on autopilot. He was trying to be strong for his kids, honor his mother’s legacy, and be strong for everyone else around him. It was time for Noah to deliver the eulogy, and when he stood up before everyone, the cracks in his façade slowly began to show. He froze, and his heart felt heavy with guilt and sorrow. All the eyes in the room were on him. He wasn’t sure he could speak. Then, in the very back of the church, Matthew quietly stood up.
Noah saw him. He made sure not to let on that he was staring at Matthew. It was like Matthew was sending him strength and courage through the air. Matthew gave him a simple but effective head nod, and Noah knew he could do it. He wasn’t alone.
Noah exhaled, “My mother was an impeccable woman of talent, class, character, beauty, and passion. To have known her is to have loved her. If you ask any of the people I brought home, they will tell you she made them all feel like a son. That was Vivian. She was a mother to everyone, and she loved with the heart of a lion. She had this innate ability to see the good in everyone. Yes, I used the word innate because it wasn’t a skill she was taught or learned. It was just who she was. It was the core of her DNA. There will never be anyone quite like her.”
The funeral repast was the last thing Noah had to get through. Everyone was coming up and offering their condolences and sharing funny stories about Vivian. It was all becoming way too much too soon for him. He needed to get out, and so he quietly disappeared when no one was looking, or so he thought. Matthew was watching. He had been watching all day.
Thunder roared across the sky. The rain had been falling on and off again all day. Now that the sun had faded and the moon was out, the rain was falling again. The Uber dropped Noah off at the front of the cemetery.
He made his way to his parents' grave. The freshly covered dirt was almost turning into mud. Noah stood there, drenched in the rain. He didn’t know where else to go or what else to do with his life. Matthew came and stood next to him. There were no words spoken. He just wanted Noah to know he wasn’t alone.
“I haven’t been here since my dad’s funeral. I swore I’d never come here. Funny how things work. Now, here I am twenty-some years later. The rain gets me every time. It rained the day of my dad’s funeral. It rained the day I buried a coffin that was supposed to be your grave. Uncle Bobby’s service was a rainy day, and it was during a drought in California at the time, and now it rains when I bury my mom. Can’t forget I nearly died during a rainstorm. I have to admit I’m fucking tired of the damn rain, Matthew.”
“When we buried my father, it rained. Someone told me it does that because God is in mourning with you.”
Noah screamed, “We wouldn’t have to be in mourning if he’d just leave us the fuck alone! Stop taking people from us. It makes me so angry I just want to fucking scream.”
“Scream. Let it out. No one is here to judge you.”
“I’m scared to give into the grief. I’m afraid that If I let go it’s going to eat me alive.”
“I’m right here. I’m not going to let it eat you alive. Let it out. You have to let it out so you can live. Let it out, Monty.”
Noah closed his eyes and let his guard down. All the emotions slammed into him, and he let out a loud scream of agony. The grief consumed him, and just as he was about to drop to his knees, Matthew wrapped his arms around him. Instead of dropping, they slowly got down to the ground.
“I miss her so much,” Noah cried.
“I do, too, but we will get through this. I’ll be here whenever you need me.”
Noah rested his head on Matthew’s shoulder and cried. They cried together in the rain for two hours. It was what they both needed. Vivian had been there for them both, and they needed to mourn her together as a family, if only for a short time.
Noah entered the hotel room. The second Blair’s eyes landed on him, and a look of relief washed over him. He quickly hugged Noah.
“I was worried sick about you. I tried calling you,” Blair told him.
“I’m sorry. I just needed a moment. I had to get out. Matthew found me and brought me back.”
Blair pulled back from the hug. “Matthew? Noah, we’re together, and I should be the one doing those things for you—not him.”
“I didn’t ask for his help. He just showed up, Blair.”
“And you didn’t send him away. I get that you two have a deep history, but how are we supposed to build something if he’s always around?”
“We’re moving to London in a few weeks. He won’t be around.”
“You sure you want to go,” he asked.
“Yes. You are my future, Blair.”
“Take off your fucking clothes. Right now.” It came out of Blair’s mouth with a subtle aggression that was equal parts hot, intimidating, and arousing.
Noah began to strip, as did Blair. Blair’s body was absolute perfection. It was something he was proud of, and he had every right to be. His long, uncut cock was just as sexy as he was. Noah got on his knees and took Blair’s cock into his mouth.
As he sucked his cock Blair grabbed the back of his head and fucked his throat. His jealousy over Noah and Matthew’s bond showed in his aggression. Noah didn’t complain. He enjoyed it, and Blair’s dick was a tasty treat that he never grew tired of having in his mouth. He licked Blair’s balls and sucked on his taint.
“Get on the fucking bed. On your stomach,” Blair demanded.
Noah quickly got on the bed. Blair spread Noah’s legs. He stood there stroking his cock as he admired those dark cakes. His mouth watered at the thought of always having Noah.
“You’ve been naughty with your time. I’m not gonna eat your pussy. It better get wet from my cock,” he said as he slapped his cock in his hand.
He climbed on top of Noah and eased his cock inside of him. Noah let out a loud groan as Blair’s dick moved through his entire body. Blair rested on top of Noah and bit his neck. He slowly began to work, his lower hips moving in and out of him.
His strokes were slow and deliberate. He pulled all the way out and then slammed his cock back inside of Noah. He repeated it over and over again. Each time he bottomed out in Noah, he could feel his ass becoming wet. Blair started to pick up the pace of his strokes.
Noah moaned out, “It’s so fuckin’ deep inside of me.”
Blair wrapped his arm around Noah’s neck and fucked him harder. He pushed his dick deep inside of him. His pubes were resting against Noah’s backside, and then he forced himself ever deeper. Noah cried out and gripped the covers, and his body clenched. Blair took that as a sign to keep going, and he did.
“Give me what I want. Open this pussy for me.” His words came out like a wolf.
There was no stopping him. He fucked Noah harder. He made Noah look at him. They kissed as he started pounding him. The clapping of their skin coming into contact bounced off the walls in the room. His tongue swirled in Noah’s mouth.
Noah’s ass felt stretched, abused, and good. Blair was making him feel things. He started throwing his ass back. Noah made it bounce back hard and fast, and that excited Blair. He met Noah’s bounce with deep and powerful thrusts. He gave one after another.
With every hard thrust, he asked but always commanded, “You. Not. Gonna. Make. Me. Feel. Insecure. Again.”
“Never again,” Noah screamed as he bit the pillow.
“I fucking love you too much to be treated secondary,” he said as he slowed his strokes down.
For several minutes they both just moaned as Blair fucked Noah’s gaping hole with the perfect strokes. It was such a hot experience for both of them. Their bodies were dripping with sweat, and they were both turned on. There was evident passion, affection, and aggression on display between both of them, so much so that Noah could feel Blair’s dick in his lower stomach. Blair’s dick felt like it was being absorbed by Noah’s body.
Blair sucked Noah’s ear and said, “Show me you’re mine. Ride my cock like you love me.”
Blair rolled on his back. His long dick was standing straight in the air. Noah quickly hopped on top and eased down on the long glistening cock. Noah started to slowly bounce up and down it. He leaned down and shoved his tongue in Blair’s mouth, and rode his dick to kingdom hall.
“Oh fuck,” Blair shouted. “Ride me just like that.”
Noah moaned and bounced. Every so often, he would roll his hips and make the muscles in his ass roll around Blair’s cock. His ass was dripping wet. Blair ran his strong hands all over Noah’s body. His dick was deep inside of him. Noah reached back and gripped Blair’s balls.
“This what you wanted,” Noah asked as he made his ass twitch around Blair’s cock.
Blair screamed out, “God, yes. FUCK!”
The bouncing grew more intense. The once sturdy bed began to squeak from their raw passion. Noah worked Blair’s cock like a powerhouse bottom. His hard cock was bouncing and flopping down and down as he rode Blair. His skills always left Blair in awe. He had Blair moaning loud and falling deeper in love.
Blair felt he was about to cum. He rolled them over, and Noah ended up on his back. He rammed his cock deep inside of the hot, wet, tender hole. He stroked Noah slow and easy. Each time his dick came out, it was covered in fluids. Noah stroked his hard dick as Blair fucked him like he was the only man in the world.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Blair,” Noah moaned.
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He moved in and out of Noah’s hole, giving him fierce strokes. Blair spread his legs even wider and began to hammer his hole. Noah snatched Blair’s glasses off his face and tossed them across the bed.
Noah panted and said, “Fuck me like Superman, Kent.”
Superman activated, and he fucked Noah like a hero. He moved faster and harder in him. His balls pounded Noah’s backside. He’s moving his body in the fastest but most exotic way. His dick started hitting all these wonderful places and spots inside of Noah’s ass. It was crazy, wild, and intense. Blair’s dick was pounding Noah’s prostate.
Noah cried out, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”
“Shoot that shit. Give it to me,” Blair demanded.
Noah’s cock erupted. The cum flew from his dick like a rocket blasting off into space. Cum covered his abs and chest. His ass constricted around Blair’s cock and pulled the nut straight from his body.
“Oh fuck. I’m about to fucking cum in you,” Blair screamed.
His body went rigid. He released rope after rope of hot cum deep inside Noah’s bowels. The release was powerful. Blair kissed Noah once more.
“I love you, Noah,” he said as he rested his forehead against Noah’s.
Breathlessly, Noah said, “I love you too, Kent.”
Matthew was sitting at the hotel bar. Bev came and took a seat next to Matthew. They both cut their eyes at one another. There was some tension and animosity between the two of them.
“What do you want, Bev,” Matthew asked.
She answered a question with a question, “Is that any way to talk to an old friend?”
“Friend,” Matthew asked baffled. “We aren’t friends. You ruined that a long time ago.”
“Yet, he still stayed by your side. You got everything you wanted, Matty,” she said as she touched his face.
Matthew knocked her hand away, “Don’t touch me. You can’t blame me forever, Bev. We both are to blame.”
She angrily responded, “Both? Are you serious? You left me for a dude. What was I supposed to do? You know he really hates you for that affair you had. Blair told me some of the things he said. It must make you sick to your stomach that Blair ended up with him in the end. The karma is so fucking beautiful, Matthew.”
“Why are you here right now, Bev?” Matthew asked. “What’s your end game?”
“To tell you to stay away from Noah. He’s with my brother, and they are happy. You don’t get to keep hurting us. You don’t get to run off into the sunset.”
“The audacity of you. The last time you got in between me and Noah, he tried to kill himself. Haven’t you learned your lesson?”
“Then don’t make me tell him everything he doesn’t know. Stay away from them. This is your first and only warning.”
She stood up from the table and gathered her things. She gave Matthew one final look of disdain, and she walked away. He knew that Bev held all the cards. She knew things that he couldn’t risk getting out.
September 2027
Matthew’s grand opening of Monty’s was going well. The place was packed and full of people. Noah had moved to London with Blair a few weeks after the funeral, and MJ had stayed in the States to finish college. Things were going well, but Matthew had kept his distance from Noah. He didn’t even invite him to the grand opening. MJ was going to perform a song that night and had told Noah about it.
Noah had been in the States for a few days, handling the sale of his mother’s plastic surgery business. So, he decided to see MJ perform. Blair had not been able to get the time off from work, and Lola was doing a summer program in London. “Wrecking Ball” by Miley Cyrus was playing.
Terrick, Trevor, Zane, Crispin, and Nick were all standing near the bar with Matthew. He was happy to finally get his life back on track. Last September, he had just gotten his memories back, and this September, he was living comfortably in his old skin and life again.
Crispin asked, “Did you invite him?”
“No, he made his choice. Besides, I can’t really come back from that affair. He kinda hates us all.”
Nick shook his head and pointed, “Well, someone invited him.”
Noah entered, looking like a bombshell. His energy demanded everyone's attention, and he got it. He looked refreshed and radiant. His curly hair had grown back even longer following his surgery. MJ spotted his dad and quickly went over and greeted him.
“Dad, you made it,” MJ said. He wrapped his arms around him.
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. My son is performing for the first time in a nightclub—every parent’s wildest dream,” Noah said playfully.
“I’m glad you’re here. I really want to discuss something with you and Pops.”
“Well, you find him and let me know,” Noah said.
“You don’t want to speak to the uncles? They’re here.”
“Not today. Not ready to face it all.”
MJ grabbed Noah by his hand and pulled him across the club. Noah didn’t even bother to argue or fight with his son. Noah came face to face with everyone. They wanted to speak but weren’t sure if they should. They had all played a part in keeping the affair a secret after Noah had repressed the memory of it, and he was having a hard time forgiving and moving on from it.
“Pops, I need to talk with the both of you,” MJ said.
The three of them were in the back office. Their love for MJ kept them civil with one another. He was a combination of the two of them. MJ personified the best parts of them both.
“I love you both, and I wanted to do something that honors our family and makes me happy. I petitioned the courts to legally change my name to Spencer Josiah Montgomery-Colby. Everyone has the same last name but me: Matthew Montgomery-Colby, Lola Montgomery-Colby, and Noah Montgomery-Colby. I’ll still answer to MJ, but I want to honor all three of my parents. I hope you guys are okay with that.”
Matthew beamed, “Son, as long as you’re happy. I mean, I love that you have our last names.”
“MJ, I want you to be happy. If this makes you happy, go for it. Luka would be proud. I wish you had said something to me before you started the process. Blair asked me to marry him. I said yes. My name is going to change, and so is Lola’s. He wants to adopt her as his child. So we’ll be Montgomery- Sinclair.”
Matthew felt his heart sink. The very idea of Noah dropping his name crushed him in more ways than he cared to admit.
“Are you serious? Why do you have to take his name? It’s so clear that you and pops belong together. He came back from the dead, and so did you. Like, I don’t get it. You’re both alive, and you’re fucking up, making us a family. Just talk and work it out.”
MJ stormed out of the room. There was silence for a moment, and then Noah and Matthew looked at one another and smiled.
“That’s your son,” they said at the same time. They chuckled, and for a second, it felt like old times between the two of them.
Matthew wanted to say something, but before he could, Noah walked out of the room. MJ wasn’t done trying to get his parents together. He was the first act of the night. At the very last minute, he changed up his set. He took the stage and began to do a cover of “You” by Jesse Powell.
The song was not lost on Matthew and Noah. It was the song they made love to for the first time at prom. MJ had read the book and knew just what the lyrics meant to them.
“I think my nephew is trying to make a point,” Trevor said.
Nick said, “Just go pull him on the dance floor. What’s he gonna do make a scene? Don’t answer that I heard the question.
Everyone laughed because they knew Noah could cause a scene given the right circumstances. Noah looked across the room, and his eyes found Matthew’s. He smiled at him, and Matthew smiled back. Matthew wanted more than anything in the world to be with Noah. He panicked and walked off. He ran into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face.
“Damnit, Matthew, get it together. You owe this to MJ and yourself. Go get your husband back. Come clean about everything and remind him of who you guys are.”
He walked back out, but he didn’t see Noah. A new act was on the stage, and they were performing a cover of the song “Say Something” by A Great Big World.
“He left. If I were you, I’d head to JFK right now. Go get our boy and bring him back home,” Zane whispered.
Matthew ran out of the building. He looked around, and there was no sign of Noah. He flagged down a taxi. It was the longest ride of his life. Across town, Noah was walking through his brownstone. The place was empty now that MJ had his own apartment. He wandered through, just taking in the old comfort it provided of a life he once lived.
The taxi was stuck in a line of cars trying to pull up to the drop-off point. He couldn’t wait any longer. He tossed the cab driver $100 and jumped out of the cab. He started running.
“Monty,” he shouted as he ran. Hoping that, by some miracle, Noah would hear him.
He entered the airport. It hit him then that he had no idea what airline Noah would be flying with. He knew Delta was his preferred choice, so he went to check and see if they had any flights leaving for London.
By some sort of weird coincidence, the airport was playing “Say Something” as well. Matthew purchased a ticket and ran to the security check-in. The line was long. He was anxious and feeling nervous. He couldn’t risk missing him. He jumped to see if he could see Noah.
He shouted, “Monty!”
“Sir, you can’t scream like that,” a TSA agent said.
He screamed, “MONTY!”
“Sir, I will not say it again.” The agent was beginning to become upset.
“I’m sorry, but I am trying to win my husband back,” he shouted. “He’s gonna get on a plane to London, and I’m gonna lose him forever. I’m trying to fix what I fucked up. MONTY!”
By some act of God, people moved out of the way and allowed Matthew to pass through security. The moment he was through, he ran down the terminal screaming out Monty.
He made it to the gate where the flight would be departing, but Noah wasn’t there. He found an empty seat and sat down. He was out of ideas. He didn’t know where to go or what to do anymore.
***
All the way in Boston, Ishmael was sitting down at Union Oyster House at a table for two. Bev took a seat at the table. She didn’t seem to be happy with being there.
“You know how I don’t like using all my flyer miles to come to Boston,” she said.
Ishmael smiled and said, “Well, I wanted to see you face-to-face to make sure you don’t lie to me.”
“What do you want,” she asked.
“When I met you at the hospital, I thought you looked familiar. Anyway, I was going through old photos and videos I took with Matthew or Greg, as he was called at the time. I was healing myself and then I came across a video we took one day about two years into his life here. We were at Park Street Church doing the Freedom Trail. This woman was screaming, “Matthew.” Imagine my surprise when I realized I had her on tape, and she was no other than you. You’ve known for years that he was alive; if you knew, that means Blair knew as well. So, I have to ask, Bev why didn’t you tell his family or his husband?”
She laughed, “Before I answer that, let me ask you something. Do you want him back? I can make it happen.”
The Distant Future
Noah sat in the chair dressed in the white tux with the black trim. As he gazed at his reflection he couldn’t help but look back over his life. The road hadn’t been easy but he made it to the other side finally. Every decision made and every tear cried had all been worth it in the end. He was finally happy! He was just happy in love but he was happy with himself. It had taken a long tie but he had finally found the happiness in himself and he could finally breathe again.
There was a knock at the door. The door opened and MJ slipped inside the room. He smiled at his father. Noah gave him a warm and loving smile right back. MJ walked over and placed his hand on Noah’s shoulder.
MJ asked, “Are you ready to get married today?”
“I am. I’m doing it on my terms this time and I’m finally happy,” he answered.
“Are you sure this is what you want? Most importantly, are you sure he is who you want?”
Noah took hold of MJ’s hand and said, “I’m sure. I’m happy and I’m in love. There are no blinders or illusions. For the first time I can say without any reservations that I am with who I am supposed to be with.”
Noah’s Voice-Over: I said it in the beginning and I’ll say it again. I always dreamed of what my life would be like. I lived, nearly died, and lived again. I found peace and understanding in all things. I found a love that’s perfect for all my imperfections. After all the hurt I’m finally healed and ready for my happily ever after however that looks.
September 2027
Matthew had been sitting in the chair for an hour. He had to accept defeat. He stood up and was about to leave, and that’s when he came face-to-face with Noah. His heart dropped. He thought he had missed his chance. Noah couldn’t believe his eyes.
Matthew said, “I don’t know what else to say or do, Monty. Say something. Say anything. I don’t want to give up on us.”
It looked as if the stars had perfectly aligned for a reunion. They were two souls always passing in the night looking for a place to just be madly in love. Was it finally their time?
Noah exhaled, “Were you ever going to tell me it was Blair?”
Matthew’s heart sank. His darkest secret and the second biggest regret of his life was thrown in his face. He had an affair years ago with Blair. He never told Noah who he had cheated on him with. Blair and Matthew vowed to keep that between themselves.
“Well, say something, Mathew.”
With those words, everything faded to black. Like I said before, repressed memories, when recovered, can bring up so much hurt, and that unprocessed hurt is bound to always keep resurfacing. So, go ahead and breathe again because I'm about to break your heart now!
THE END!
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This concludes vol 2. The third & final epic vol is coming! 1st love vol 3: Heartbreaker Arrives on gaydemon winter 2025!! P.s. it's more than 12 chapters!
