“The last girl and the last reason. To make this last for as long as I could. First kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything. The weight of water, the way you taught me. To look past everything I had ever learned. The final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was “love.”-Snow Patrol (Make This Go On Forever)
January 3, 2016
Are you ready? There’s a lesson to be learned in all of this. What’s the lesson you ask? It’s love. Say it often and say it proudly to the ones you love. We are, after all, pilgrims passing through to our final voyage. My mother used to say never let the sun go down on you angry. Save yourself from regret and leave no business unfinished.
They say that one of the last things people say before they die is I love you. They say those words but aren’t sure why they are saying them. I think it’s a feeling they have deep down inside. So, they say it, and with those words, they are ensuring that they are leaving no business unfinished.
The snow was coming down hard. Most of the roads were closed to travel. Everyone was being encouraged to stay home and keep warm. It was predicted to be the worst blizzard in the last century. Matthew was prepared to head out into the storm. There was something urgent that he needed to attend to. He refused to tell Noah what it was. Whatever it was, it was worth the risk.
“I don’t like this, Mateo,” Noah said as he paced back and forth. He didn’t want Matthew to go out in the storm.
“I promise I will be back before you know it,” he said as he finished wrapping his scarf around his neck. “How do I look,” he asked as he faced Noah, dressed in all of his winter gear like an Eskimo.
Noah puffed, “It’s a fuckin’ blizzard coming, and you’re going out in it. I don’t like this. Please don’t go.”
Matthew raised his eyebrow. He was still waiting for Noah to tell him how he looked.
“Ugh, you look good. You know you look good,” Noah said.
“I always do,” he smiled. “I promise I will tell you everything when I'm back,” he said.
Matthew took his locket off. It was the same one that Noah had given him for his eighteenth birthday. It was his favorite thing in the world. He never parted ways with it.
“Tell you what, hold on to this until I get back. It’s my favorite gift from you. I’m coming back for it and for you,” he said as he placed the locket around Noah’s neck.
Matthew grabbed his car keys and headed for the front door. He stopped and turned around to face Noah once more. They were madly in love, which showed in everything they did with and for one another.
Noah smiled and said, “Be careful. Dive slow, and if it gets bad, turn around or pull over and let the worst part pass.”
“Yes, Dad,” Matthew said with a smirk and a twinkle in his eyes.
Matthew opened the door. The cold air blew in from the hallway. The coldness sent a shiver down Noah’s spine. Matthew looked back at Noah once more. For a second, they appeared to be frozen in time. It was as if they were trying to remember each other just how they were.
“I want to tell you that I love you,” Matthew said with such a deep calmness.
Noah squinted his eyes. He had never heard Matthew say I love you quite like that before. Noah was slightly puzzled, but also, it wasn’t something that gave him a deep pause for concern.
“I love you too,” he said with a quirky smile.
With that, Matthew walked out the door and that was the last time Noah would see him for ten years.
November 2026
The rain, a relentless downpour, had been falling every day for the last week along the Northeastern seaboard. It was as if God himself was shedding tears for the torn relationship between Noah and MJ. In the week since MJ spewed his vicious words to Noah, he had moved out of the house. He left NYC and went to Boston to live with Matthew and Ishmael.
Ishmael and Matthew had been trying to tip-toe around MJ’s feelings about his fight with Noah. Noah hadn’t been much help in figuring out what was happening with MJ. He was just as in the dark as they were. It was as if a flip had been switched inside of him.
“Something smells amazing,” Ishmael said as he entered the kitchen.
The smell of something gooey and cinnamon floated through the air. He found Matthew and MJ standing side by side, smiling and laughing. They were both covered in flour, and the counter appeared to be a food disaster.
“Babe,” Matthew smiled, “MJ is making homemade cinnamon rolls, and get this: he’s also going to make eggplant parmesan for dinner.”
“Wow,” Ishmael said half-delighted, “where’d you learn to cook all of this at?”
MJ smiled, “From Noah.”
Matthew and Ishmael exchanged a concerned glance. They found it concerning how MJ referred to Noah by name. This was the person who had raised him and loved him since birth. Ishmael took a seat at the island. He gave Matthew a head nod.
“MJ, I love having you here. We’ve been bonding a lot and enjoying being around one another, but I have to ask, son, what happened between you and Noah,” Matthew asked.
Thunder suddenly roared, and lightning flashed across the sky. The storm outside was greatly intensifying, and the wind was blowing rapidly. One would have thought they were in the middle of a hurricane. It was not ideal for anyone to be on the roads.
“Nothing. I just realized how selfish he is,” MJ quickly said, trying to avoid having the conversation.
Ishmael chimed in, “He said you accused him of grooming him. That’s a pretty strong word.”
“That was probably not the best word to use. I was just so upset about so many things,” MJ said as he began to chop up some tomatoes.
The doorbell rang just as Matthew was about to press his son for more answers. MJ felt a sense of relief. He didn’t want to talk about Noah or any of the other things on his mind.
“I’ll get it,” Ishmael said as he stood up.
“Who would be crazy enough to drive in this storm,” Matthew asked.
Ishmael opened the door, and to his utter surprise, it was Noah. The rain had completely drenched him. He stood on the porch shaking and holding a briefcase in his hand.
“Noah,” Ishmael said a little loud. He was, afterall, shocked that Noah was there.
From the kitchen, Matthew heard Ishmael and instructed MJ to stay there. Matthew came to the door as well. Matthew’s feelings may have been gone, but he knew Noah. He could see the hurt, depression, and anxiety all in him. Every detail and memory of Noah lived in his brain.
“Noah, MJ doesn’t want to see you. I thought we agreed it was for his best to stay here,” Matthew said as calmly as possible.
“I’m here to see the two of you,” he said breathlessly.
The three of them found themselves sitting in the den. Noah took a sip of the hot cocoa Ishmael had prepared. He was wet and cold. He placed the cocoa down and wrapped the warm blanket around him tighter.
“I’m sorry that I showed up like this. I was going to have my attorney deliver the papers. Then I got in my car and started driving, and I couldn’t stop until I was outside of your home,” Noah said.
“Why are you here? What papers are you talking about,” Matthew asked.
“When you passed away, your entire trust fund was transferred over to me as I was your husband, and that was part of our arrangement. You’re alive, and it’s only right that I transfer those funds back to you. Also, I have a trust fund set up for MJ. I set it up when he was born. He can touch it when he’s 25,” Noah explained as he slid the documents across the table.
Matthew smiled, “That’s very thoughtful of you.”
“Also,” Noah said, “I’ve taken the liberty of paying for his college education. I own a property in Hudson Yards that you guys can move into. That way, MJ can finish his degree at Columbia. Or MJ can move there on his own. He is basically an adult now. Columba was his dream, and I’d hate for him to give it up because of me.”
“What about you,” Ishmael asked. “He left New York to avoid running into you or you coming to his classes. How can he be sure you won’t be there?”
“That’s a good question. I won’t be in the country. Blair is working on a project in London and he’s asked me and Lola to go with him. So, I said yes. It was a good way to give MJ the space he needs and allow him to finish at the school of his dreams. We’ll be gone a year, but a year could easily turn into forever. Blair loves me, and I know he wants to spend the rest of his life with me, and he doesn’t like living in the States anymore.
“Seems like you have it all figured out,” Matthew said.
“It's what I do! Just promise me that when he is open to hearing it, you will tell him that I love him and will always be there whenever he needs me. No matter what,” Noah said as he stood up and grabbed his things.
MJ stood in the hall, listening to the conversation. He could be mad for as long as he wanted. One thing he couldn’t truly deny was that Noah would do anything for him. That kind of love he knew was unconditional, and he was grateful for it. He was also confused and angry. That angry side of him was controlling everything. It all came from one night not long ago.
September 2026
MJ had just gotten back to Rosa’s house with a beautiful young lady. He was desperately trying to score. The downstairs was dark and quiet. They crept across the hall, trying their hardest not to wake anyone.
“You live here,” the girl asked. She was impressed by the size of the home.
“Something like that,” MJ said as he licked his lips like a sly devil in heat.
She giggled and then wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips touched, and they began to make out. The kisses between them were almost hungry and sloppy. Just as they started getting into things, the front door opened.
Cooper and Matthew came through the door kissing like mad, nasty lustful people. They were in the process of unbuttoning each other’s shirts when Matthew backed into one of Rosa’s expensive vases. It hit the ground without shattering, but it made a loud thud.
Cooper and Matthew began laughing. They were clearly drunk. The two of them didn’t even see MJ and the girl at the end of the hall watching them.
“We should take this upstairs,” Matthew said.
“Lead the way,” Cooper said as he followed behind Matthew.
MJ and the girl listened as their footsteps grew faint. The sound of the bedroom door opening and closing echoed, and then the house was silent once again. MJ picked the vase up and put it back in its correct place.
The girl touched his arm, and they moved to the couch. She straddled his lap and began kissing him again. MJ ran his hands across her breast. He gave them a nice squeeze, and she moaned his ear. His penis began to fill with blood and rise. She started to move her hips in a circular motion.
She pulled MJ’s shirt off, revealing his toned arms and chest. Her soft hands glided over his body, and his breathing increased. MJ felt like someone was watching them. He looked behind the girl and saw Cooper in the hall's darkness.
Cooper was standing shirtless in a pair of boxer briefs. His eyes were fixed on MJ, and he was stroking his cock through the fabric of his underwear. MJ’s eyes lowered, and they came into contact with Cooper’s cock. His cock looked to be thick. MJ found himself transfixed on it. He couldn’t look away. He wanted to. In fact, part of him wanted to scream. Yet, nothing came out.
Cooper slowly walked towards them. With every step he took, MJ felt his heart beat faster and harder in his chest. Cooper bit his bottom lip as he took in MJ’s beauty and the fact that he looked just like Matthew. It was as if he had hit the jackpot. He took a seat next to them. The moment he sat down, the girl jumped, scared.
“Who the hell is this,” she asked as she got off MJ.
Cooper chuckled, “Who the hell am I? I’m Cooper.”
“Seriously, MJ? I thought you were different,” she yelled.
Nervously, he replied, “I am. I don’t know him.”
“He’s in your home in his underwear. I’m out of here,” she said as she walked away.
“Wait,” MJ said as he jumped up.
“Let her leave,” Cooper said, pulling MJ back down on the couch by his arm. “Never chase a bitch. If she leaves, let her. More pussy out there.”
The two sat quietly next to each other. Cooper scanned MJ’s young body. He placed his hand on MJ’s thigh. MJ quickly inhaled and moved his leg.
“Don’t be scared of me. You know you look just like him. You must be his son,” Cooper said as he touched MJ’s leg again.
“He played a part in my creation, but my father’s name is Noah,” MJ uttered back.
That was a name that Cooper had not heard in a long time. His encounter with Noah back at the lake house during their senior year of high school had left him a changed man. He went from bi-curious to full-on bisexual. The joys of man-on-man sex left him with a hungry appetite. He especially loved them young, dumb, and full of cum.
“Really,” Cooper asked as his brain began to plot.
“Yeah. Do you know him,” he asked.
“No. I would like to know you though. Maybe we can help each other out. We’re both two red-blooded Americans with hard dicks. Your girl left, and Matty fell asleep just as I was about to have him suck this dick,” Cooper said as he pulled on his cock through his underwear.
“I’m not gay,” MJ said defensively. His eyes, however, stayed on Cooper’s dick.
“Fuck all the labels. Catch your nut. Blow it down my throat. I promise it’ll be good,” Cooper said like a predator about to attack.
“I don’t know,” MJ said as he looked around nervously. He had thought about guys before but never had he acted on it.
“Stand up and let me see you, boy,” he commanded. “Take off those pants.”
MJ felt both obligated and compelled to obey. He slowly stood up. Cooper smiled as MJ slowly pulled his pants and underwear down. Cooper couldn’t help himself. He reached out and ran his hand over MJ’s soft ass. It was a little round ass that was perfectly smooth to the touch.
MJ felt a chill run through his body. He slowly turned around, and his massive cut cock was in Cooper’s face. Cooper was impressed by the sheer size of it. MJ was well hung. He hadn’t expected such a big dick.
“Holy shit, that’s a lot of cock,” Cooper said as he touched it.
“Thanks,” MJ said bashfully as he shuttered.
“How old are you,” Cooper asked as he caressed MJ’s balls.
MJ inhaled, “I just turned eighteen two months ago.”
Cooper patted the spot next to him, and MJ took a seat. He took MJ by his chin and pulled him in for a kiss. MJ wanted to resist and push back. At the same time, he was curious and found the setting to be erotic. He also found Cooper to be enticing.
Their lips met, and the kisses were nice and slow. MJ liked the feeling of kissing a man. Cooper made sure he massaged MJ’s cock the entire time. As they kissed, he kept his tongue in the young man’s mouth. He moved from MJ’s lips to his neck. He sucked his skin and ran his fingers through his hair with his other hand.
“I want you to suck my cock the way you want me to suck yours,” he whispered into MJ’s ear.
Cooper pulled his underwear down. His cock slapped his stomach, leaving a mark of precum on him. MJ stared at it briefly. Fear grabbed him. He had never done anything sexual with a guy, and now he was faced with sucking his first-ever cock.
Cooper pushed his head down, and MJ slightly opened his mouth. The cock brushed past his lips and then slid into his mouth. Cooper let out a moan as he flashed back to the first time Noah had wrapped his lips around his dick. The memory made him smile. History was repeating itself.
He placed his hands on the back of MJ’s head and made him take more of his dick. MJ felt like he was about to choke. He forced himself to suck the cock. He moved his head up and down and twisted his hand around the shaft. Cooper enjoyed every second of it. In no time, MJ was sucking dick like a pro. As his dick was being sucked, Cooper ran his hand over MJ’s ass. MJ forced himself to take more of the cock down his throat. He coated the dick with his saliva and sucked the head.
“Yes, suck my fuckin’ cock just like that,” Cooper moaned.
“My mouth hurts,” MJ breathed.
“Yeah. Let me taste your fat cock,” he said as he leaned over and took MJ’s into his mouth.
He stroked MJ’s long and fat monster as he first sucked on the head. He licked the shaft of the cock, and that caused MJ to moan. Cooper took his balls into his mouth and then went back to the head. He moved his head up and down very slowly.
He savored every taste of MJ’s flesh. He sucked him harder and faster. It was arousing having MJ’s cock punch the back of his throat over and over again. The smell of his young balls was like smelling heaven. MJ began to pant and breathe heavier. Cooper knew he had him right where he wanted him.
“I want to fuck you,” he said.
“What,” MJ asked fearfully. His body tensed up.
“It’ll hurt a little, and then it’s going to feel fucking amazing. You can fuck me after,” he said.
MJ sat there speechless. He was afraid, and he didn’t know how to respond or what to say. His entire world was being turned upside down. Cooper remembered how MJ reacted when he commanded him earlier. The boy had a bit of a submissive side.
“I’m about to fuck you, boy. Get on your back,” he commanded.
MJ lay on his back on the sofa with his legs spread. Cooper spat on his stiff cock and pushed it right against MJ’s virgin hole. He looked down at him. MJ’s eyes were full of lust and confusion. His erection was throbbing and beautiful.
He pushed, and his dick broke through his tight ring. MJ’s body tensed up, but Cooper wasn't deterred. He fucked right through him. MJ let out a loud groan as Cooper’s dick spread his insides. A dull yet burning tingle ran through MJ’s anus.
The walls of MJ’s ass were tight and warm. They felt like a cloud of wonder to Cooper’s dick. As he fucked the boy, he watched his big, beautiful balls bounce. A look of both pain and pleasure was plastered across MJ’s face.
“You like that cock,” he asked.
“I don’t know,” MJ groaned. “I feel so full.”
“You like it,” he said, wrapping his hand around his throat. “I bet Noah has been training you your whole life for this day. I bet he wanted to be the first to tap this sweet little pussy.”
Cooper was playing a dirty fantasy in his mind. He pulled his dick out and flipped MJ onto his hands and knees. He pushed his cock back into him and began to fuck him from behind.
He pounded MJ harder. Each thrust made his ass bounce. He grabbed MJ’s long curls and snatched his head back as he fucked him harder. He pushed his tongue into MJ’s mouth and kissed him.
Cooper growled, “You look just like Matthew. I bet when Noah thought he was dead, he wanted to fuck your brains out every day. Watching your tight body move around him. Did he try to fuck you?”
“No,” MJ moaned uncontrollably.
“Don’t lie for him,” Cooper panted.
“I promise,” he cried out.
Cooper licked MJ’s face, “Your pussy is just as good as Noah’s.”
“What,” MJ breathed.
“I took Noah’s cherry when he was 18. Only right, I take his boy’s cherry as well,” Cooper gloated. “Just like fucking him all over again. Your pussy feels just like his. Got that from Noah and this big dick from Matthew. You’re gonna be my favorite toy.” He pounded into MJ with every word he spoke.
He pushed MJ flat on his stomach and began to fuck him harder and faster. His cock throbbed inside of MJ’s tight ass. His thick dick began tapping that sweet anal spot in MJ. Pure sexual pleasure ran through MJ’s body. He wanted not to like it, but his body betrayed him. Cooper grabbed a handful of MJ’s ass and pounded him. His balls slammed into those fluffy cakes repeatedly.
MJ took the pounding. It had started to feel better than he thought possible, but his mind was filled with the words Cooper had been saying. He was torn between pleasure and mental angst. The cock drove inside of him harder and faster. Cooper was nearly ready to explode. MJ’s ass was working his dick like some world-class hydrotherapy machine.
The sounds of their skin clapping grew louder. Each thrust resulted in a louder echo. Cooper was sweating all over MJ’s back. Cooper bit MJ’s back as his dick exploded inside of him. He coated the inside of MJ’s ass with his cum.
“Fuck, dude,” MJ cried as Cooper shoved his dick deeper inside of him.
Cooper fucked him slowly. He pushed his seed deep inside of MJ. He pulled out and flipped MJ on his back. He took the young cock into his mouth, and, with one sucking, MJ’s dick exploded deep inside Cooper’s mouth. Cooper sucked his dick clean. He spread MJ’s legs again.
“When I took your dad’s cherry, I told him I had to cum twice. So, I’m going in this pussy again,” Cooper said with a smile.
MJ eyed Cooper’s hard dick. He quickly grabbed his phone and, without thinking, slapped Copper’s erect dick with it.
Cooper grabbed his dick in agony, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You lied! You had sex with my father,” MJ screamed. “You manipulated me!.”
“You liked it just like his bitch ass did. Mad now because he can’t tap that ass first. Don’t worry seems like the men in this family always fall for the second guy they fuck. So, go run and give him what he’s been grooming you for,” Cooper said as he tried to control his pain.
“Come near me again, and I’ll cut it off,” MJ said as he grabbed his clothes and walked away.
November 2026
The sound of everyone moving in the other room broke MJ's memory. He went back into the kitchen, and Ishmael walked in. They stared at one another for a moment. It was a simple but sweet moment of lingering.
“Did you hear all of that,” Ishmael asked.
“I did. I don’t know what to do anymore. I still feel how I feel about things, but I don’t hate him,” MJ said. He hadn’t told a single soul about what happened with Cooper.
Ishmael walked over and pulled MJ into a warm and sweet embrace. He was developing such a soft spot for MJ. MJ sighed in Ishmael’s arms, and his eyes became watery. It felt good to be held.
“Thank you for being there for me,” MJ said as he tightly hugged Ishmael. Ishmael dropped his hand to the lower part of MJ’s back.
Matthew walked Noah to the front door. Just as Noah was about to step out, Matthew touched his arm. They stared into the eyes of each other. Noah could have stared into Matthew’s eyes for all eternity. He still loved him in a way he knew he could never love anyone else.
“Be careful. Dive slow, and if it gets bad, turn around or pull over and let the worst part pass,” Matthew said.
Noah laughed, “Those are the exact same words I said to you when you disappeared into the snow all those years ago.”
Matthew stood silently and just held Noah’s gaze. Looking at him, he wished more than anything that he could have his feelings back, but he couldn’t access them. It was time to truly let go and move on with both their lives.
Noah exhaled, “I still remember your response to it.”
They both said, “Yes, dad.”
The two of them shared a light-hearted laugh for a brief second, and the memories of a love once shared wrapped around them for a moment.
Noah asked, “Can you tell me a secret?”
Matthew inhaled and said, “I’m afraid that I’ll never have the same relationship with MJ as you had.”
“It’ll be different. It’s not supposed to be the same. He does love you. He wouldn’t have come to you if he didn’t.”
“Thank you for saying that. I think I needed to hear that,” Matthew said with a friendly smile. “Can you tell me a secret?”
“I’m afraid of what’s coming next.” Noah’s voice trembled with the admission. “Good night, and I wish you and Ishmael a lifetime of happiness.”
Matthew replied, “I wish the same for you and Blair.”
Noah suddenly felt a tug at his heart. Something was knocking at him, and he knew he had to say it before he left.
“I want to tell you that I love you,” Noah said.
“Noah,” Matthew said empathically. He couldn’t return the feelings no matter how much he wished he could.
“Don’t say anything. I just wanted you to know. Take care of our son,” he said.
Noah, for some reason, laughed once more, and then he stepped out the door. He looked back once more at Matthew, and then the door closed.
Blair and Lola arrived at the Boston airport. They were supposed to meet Noah there and catch a flight to Birmingham to see Vivian before leaving for London. Lola was beyond excited, and Blair found himself caring deeply for the little girl.
“Is my dad going to be here soon,” she asked.
“He’ll be here before you know it, and then we’ll be off on another adventure,” he said.
“Will I have to learn how to drink tea in London,” she asked.
Blair laughed, “I think we should ask some locals when we get there. We’ll learn together. How does that sound?”
She thought for a second, “Okay.”
Blair pulled out his phone and said, “Let’s call your daddy and see where he’s at.”
The rain was falling even harder. Noah basked in the rain for a moment. It soaked him all over again, but he enjoyed it in a way he had never done before. He got in his BMW. He wished he had been able to see MJ, but he understood that he needed space from him.
He turned on the radio and reached for his seatbelt just as he heard "Make This Go on Forever” by Snow Patrol for the first time in nearly two decades. He smiled as a special memory that involved him, and Matthew flashed through his mind. The memory distracted him, and he forgot about his seatbelt. He drove off!
Then it suddenly hit him. Matthew remembered what he had said to him that night during the snowstorm. He knew then that Matthew had his memories back, and his heart filled with excitement. He looked back out the rearview mirror. He debated if he should go back or not.
“You remember,” he smiled. “Bastard.” His eyes watered with joy and a weird sense of peace.
The ringing of his phone grabbed his attention. He turned and put his eyes back on the road. Blair’s name showed up on the dash. He was about to answer it when the rain suddenly stopped, and he saw the traffic light. That quickly, the light had changed. He couldn’t see it at first through the heavy downpour. He couldn’t stop the car in time. His car ran the light. The bright, high beams of the Ford F-150 heading for him shined through the driver’s side of the vehicle.
The air around him went still. He braced himself for impact. He wondered if this was it. Is this how it all ends? He closed his eyes and braced for impact and possible death. The truck slammed into the driver's side at high speed. Noah’s black BMW flipped three times. He wasn’t wearing a seatbelt and was ejected from the car on the third flip.
People nearby who were out in the rain ran over to him. Many of them were unsure what to do. Noah lay there in the middle of Tremont Street. His body was shaking, and his breathing was deep and hollow. He was a bloody and broken mess. His beautiful chocolate face was scarred entirely.
“Hey, you’re gonna be okay,” an older lady shouted. “Someone call an ambulance.” She wanted to apply pressure to stop the bleeding, but there were so many open wounds, and there was only one of her. “Someone help me apply pressure,” she shouted.
Noah’s breathing began to slow down. Everything around him began to grow faint. Memories of a life lived beyond all expectations and measures flashed before his eyes. He wondered if this was what death felt like. His birth and images of his life in Florida before he met Matthew ran free. A dazzling light, pure and radiant, appeared before him. In that light was his father.
With fixed eyes, he mumbled through shallow breaths, “Dad. I see you.”
His dad reached his hand out for Noah to take. A tear rolled from Noah’s eye. Should he take his hand, or should he stay and fight? Was it worth it? Did he have a choice in the matter?
He could still hear the song “Make This Go On Forever” playing in his head as a montage of his life flashed before him.
MONTAGE:
He sees himself as a newborn being held by his parents for the first time.
In the backyard, his father tosses him a football for the first time.
Watching Smallville, he realizes he’s gay for the first time when he sees a shirtless Tom Welling.
Standing before his father’s grave as the coffin is being lowered.
The first time he met Matthew in Chemistry class
His first kiss with Matthew.
The first time he and Matthew made love.
Meeting Blair at the Lake.
The day he met Zane with Trevor.
His failed threesome with Matthew and Terrick.
Riding on the train through the winter wonderland.
Holding MJ in his arms the day he was born.
Watching Lola blow out the candles on her birthday cake.
The day he married Matthew.
Every fight and act of betrayal flashed before his eyes.
The day he buried Matthew.
Seeing Matthew in the crowd at the bookstore.
Finally, saying I love you one last time to the love of his life.
END OF MONTAGE!
The sirens could be heard in the distance. A deep sleep washed over Noah, and with that, he closed his eyes. The sky roared, and the lightning flashed, and once again, the rain began falling. The bloody streets were washed clean of Noah’s beautiful red blood. His heartbeat began to slow down with each passing second.
People say I love you to ensure that they leave no unfinished business because you never know when the last time is truly the last time. I hope you said it today. I hope you learned the lesson. So, again, I ask, are you ready? Are you prepared for what comes next? Everything changes from this point. I hope you’re ready to learn how to breathe again!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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