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one hundred and twenty seven

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The morning after the exhibition, Jay woke up to sunlight on his face and an empty bed.

He sat up. Rubbed his eyes. The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. He could hear the birds outside. He could hear the city waking up. But he couldn't hear Cole.

He got out of bed. Walked to the kitchen. Cole was standing by the window. Coffee cup in his hand. Looking out at the street.

"You're up early," Jay said.

Cole turned around. His gray eyes were soft. "Couldn't sleep."

"Thinking about last night
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  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and eighty seven

    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

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and eighty six

    The Tokyo show was in three weeks.Jay stood in the empty studio. The paintings were gone. The walls were bare. He had nothing left to do. Nothing left to create. The silence was heavy. He couldn't turn it off.He sat on the floor. His legs gave out. He leaned against the wall.Cole walked in. He didn't say anything. He just sat next to Jay."The show is in three weeks," Jay said."I know.""I don't know how to feel.""How do you feel?""Relieved. Scared. Empty."Cole nodded. "That makes sense.""Does it?""Yeah. You've been running for so long. It's okay to stop."Jay was quiet for a moment. "I don't know who I am without this."Cole put his arm around him. "You're Jay. That's who you are.""It doesn't feel like enough.""It's everything."Jay spent the next few days doing nothing.He sat on the couch. He watched the rain. He watched the water. He watched the people walking by. He didn't paint. He didn't plan. He didn't think about deadlines.Cole stayed with him. They didn't talk mu

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and eighty five

    The flight to Seattle was long.Jay sat by the window. The plane lifted off. Detroit shrank below him. He pressed his face to the glass. He watched until the buildings disappeared. Then he watched the clouds. Then he watched nothing at all.He thought about everything he was leaving behind. The studio. The gallery. The coffee shop. The park. The life he had built. The person he had become.He thought about everything he was moving toward. Cole. A new city. A new studio. A new life.He didn't know what he was feeling. Sadness. Excitement. Fear. Hope. All of it. None of it. He closed his eyes.The plane landed at 3pm.Jay grabbed his bag. He walked through the terminal. He didn't know where he was going. He just followed the signs.He walked through the doors. The arrivals gate. People were waiting. Hugging. Crying. Laughing.Cole was standing in the middle of it all.He looked tired. His hair was messy. His eyes were red. But he was smiling. That smile. The one Jay fell in love with.J

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and eighty four

    Jay 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

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and eighty three

    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

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and eighty two

    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

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    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.

  • His sisters boyfriend    chapter twelve

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  • His sisters boyfriend    chapter eleven

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