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Alone Again, Naturally
by PEJA
Jim Ellison stared out the window of his truck, studying the forlorn figure haloed by the loft's lights who stood at the window. Focusing more tightly on the handsome face, Jim could clearly see the trail of tears flowing down Blair's worry-hollowed cheeks. Could taste the tears on his tongue, the salty tingle in his nostrils. Blair's misery was a mercurial attack on his senses. An attack that he bore grimly, with the guilty knowledge that it was him that had burdened those slumped shoulders with grief.
As he watched the despairing man, Blair straightened his shoulders and scrubbed away the tears. The sound of Blair's breathing through his heightened hearing was a shudder that threatened to break his very heart.
He was losing Blair. And it was all his fault. He had no doubt. Unless he did something to stop it. and stop it right now.
Resolve strong in his mind, Jim bolted from the truck and dashed up the stairs. He slammed through the front door, banging it shut in his rush to set things right.
Blair whirled around, his face losing all color and he took a step backward.
"Blair," Jim said, holding his hand out to stop the other man's retreat. "We need to talk."
Blair's eyes begged for more time, then the hope faded and he nodded. "I know"
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