MasukJay didn't sleep that night.He lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Cole's question kept replaying in his head. Move to Seattle. Leave Detroit. Start over. He couldn't turn it off. He couldn't slow it down.He got up. He walked to the kitchen. He made coffee. He sat at the table. He stared at the wall.The sun rose. The city woke up. Jay didn't move.His phone buzzed. Cole.Did you sleep?No.Me neither.I'm sorry.Don't apologize.I love you.I know.Jay went to the studio that morning.He stood in front of a blank canvas. He picked up a brush. He waited.Nothing came.He put the brush down. He walked to the window. He looked out at the street.Rivera walked in. She didn't knock."You're back," she said."I'm back.""You're not painting.""I'm thinking."Rivera walked to the window. "About Seattle?""About everything."Rivera nodded. "That's a lot.""It is.""What are you going to do?"Jay was quiet for a moment. "I don't know."Rivera turned to face him. "Then don't do anything. Just
The phone rang at 5am.Jay reached for it blindly. His hand knocked over a glass of water. The cold liquid soaked the sheets. He cursed under his breath."Hello?""Jay." It was Cole. His voice was tight. "I need to tell you something."Jay sat up. His heart was pounding. "What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong. But I need to tell you something.""What?""I've been thinking. About us. About the distance. About everything."Jay was quiet. He waited."I can't do this anymore," Cole said.Jay's blood ran cold. "What?""Not us. The distance. I can't do the distance anymore.""What are you saying?""I'm saying I want you here. In Seattle. With me."Jay was quiet. His mind was racing."I know it's a lot to ask," Cole said. "I know you have your work. Your studio. Your shows. But I can't keep waking up without you."Jay closed his eyes. "Cole...""I'm not asking you to give up your career. I'm asking you to move it. There are galleries in Seattle. There are studios. There are opportunities.""You wa
The apartment was too quiet.Jay had been living alone for three weeks. Three weeks of silence. Three weeks of empty rooms. Three weeks of waking up to a cold bed. He had gotten used to Cole's breathing. The weight of his arm. The warmth of his body. Now there was nothing.He sat on the couch. He stared at the wall. His phone was in his hand. He was waiting for Cole to call.The phone rang at 7pm."Jay.""Cole.""How are you?""I'm fine.""You're lying.""I'm not lying. I'm processing.""It's the same thing.""It's not.""It is."Jay laughed. It was weak. But it was real. "How was your day?""Long. Tiring. The team is still getting used to each other.""That's normal.""I know. But I miss you.""I miss you too."They talked for an hour.About nothing. About everything. About the team. About the new city. About the apartment. About the silence."I hate this," Jay said."I know.""I hate waking up alone.""I know.""I hate going to bed alone.""I know.""Then why are we doing this?"Col
The phone rang at 6am.Jay was still half asleep when he heard it. He reached for it blindly. His hand knocked over a glass of water. The cold liquid soaked the sheets. He cursed under his breath.Cole stirred next to him."Who is it?" Cole mumbled."I don't know."Jay squinted at the screen. His agent. Not Elena. His hockey agent. Why would he be calling this early?"Hello?""Cole." It was Mark. His voice was tight. "I have news."Cole sat up. He took the phone from Jay. "What kind of news?""The kind you've been waiting for. And the kind you've been dreading.""What does that mean?""You've been traded."The words hung in the air. Jay watched Cole's face. It went pale. Then blank. Then something else. Something Jay couldn't read."Traded where?" Cole asked."Seattle. The expansion team. They want you as their captain.""Seattle?""Seattle. It's a big opportunity. They're building something new. They want you to lead it."Cole was quiet. His jaw was tight. His hand was gripping the p
The apartment was quiet.Jay sat on the couch. The TV was off. The windows were open. A soft breeze moved the curtains. He stared at the wall. His hands were empty. No brush. No canvas. No paint. Just his hands.Cole walked in from the kitchen. He sat next to Jay. He didn't say anything. He just sat there."I don't know what to do with myself," Jay said."You rest.""I've been resting for three days.""Then rest more."Jay shook his head. "I can't. My hands feel useless."Cole looked at him. "Your hands are not useless.""They feel useless.""Then hold something."Jay looked at him. "Like what?"Cole reached over and took Jay's hands. He held them in his own."Hold this," Cole said.Jay was quiet. He looked at their hands intertwined."That's not what I meant.""I know.""Then why did you do that?""Because you needed to feel something."Jay laughed. It was weak. But it was real. "You're impossible.""I'm determined.""It's the same thing.""It's not.""It is."The next day, Jay went
Jay couldn't sleep.He lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Tokyo was over. The show was done. The paintings were gone. He had nothing left to do. Nothing left to create. The silence was heavy. He couldn't turn it off.Cole was asleep next to him. His breathing was steady. His arm was draped across Jay's chest. Jay didn't move. He didn't want to wake him.He stared at the ceiling until the sky outside turned from black to gray. Then he got up.He walked to the kitchen. He made coffee. He sat at the table. He stared at the wall.Cole found him an hour later."Jay," Cole said. His voice was rough with sleep."I'm here.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep."Cole sat next to him. "Thinking about Tokyo?""Thinking about everything."Cole reached for his hand. "You don't have to decide today.""I know.""But you're going to think about it anyway."Jay nodded. "I'm going to think about it anyway."Jay went to the studio that morning.The room was empty. The walls were bare. He stood in the mid
Chapter Fourteen :Jay pov I woke up at 5am to the sound of rain hitting my window.The sky was gray. The streets were wet. My apartment was cold. I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders and stared at the ceiling.I'd been doing that a lot lately. Staring at ceilings. Thinking about things
Chapter Thirteen :Cole pov I didn't sleep after Maya let me in.Not that night. Not the next night. I just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word she said.You're still my brother. I still love you. Even when I'm angry.Those words kept me alive.The guest house was dark. Quiet.
Chapter Twelve : Maya povI stared at my phone for twenty minutes before I typed the message.My thumb hovered over the keyboard. My heart was pounding. My hands were shaking. I hadn't spoken to Jay in weeks. Not really. A few texts. Short ones. Careful ones. Nothing that meant anything.But I coul
Chapter Eleven : Cole pov I woke up at 4am and couldn't fall back asleep.The guest house was dark. Quiet. Too quiet. I could hear the wind outside. A car driving past somewhere in the distance. My own heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Like it was reminding me I was still alive. Still here. Still br