Carlos Reyes read the article title on his phone screen over and over, letters taunting him as if they were coming through the glass and hitting him in the face. - but im the mess that you wanted
Carlos stared at himself in the mirror long and hard before glancing to the drawer that held the clippers that were rarely used by him or TK. - your buzzcut and my hair bleached
Carlos wove the necklace through his fingers, fidgeting outside West Park’s ICU, wrapping and unwrapping the chain before holding the pendant dangling from it, tracing over the 252 with a trembling hand. - if we loved again, i swear i’d love you right
After everything TK and Carlos had been through in their lives, every little milestone was worth celebrating. - glitter on the floor after the party
At least TK kept his promise to stay out of the ICU for a year.
He had only made it as far as the emergency room, a fractured right wrist after a (fairly) friendly basketball game at the station. He didn’t even have to take any time off, and Carlos only made two sarcastic jokes on their way home from picking him up, playfully poking at the soft cast for good measure.
Here they were, ten months into their marriage and he was waiting for Carlos to get out of emergency surgery.
Whipped out this little thing in like an hour, enjoy!
