Finally, he said it out loud. What he’d always held back. It had been in his heart, on the tip of his tongue once, but never spoken. Until now. It spilled out, moist on his cheeks. Words fighting their way past sobbing tear-stained emotions, pent up for a lifetime. The dam broke, feelings no longer held back, conventions breached, honesty flooding out. Is it too late? Lads don’t say these things to lads, do they? Not where they came from. But now, at his graveside. It’s never too late. The words catch in his tightened chest. I bloody love you.
With thanks to and Free Writing Fridays for the added encouragement to write 100-word tales and share them publicly.
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He also said “The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.” and perhaps that’s all the answer you need...?
Gulp... I can almost imagine this, the brokenness, the desperation, the gush of emotion... another gulp!