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Short Story Of Trè's Husband

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As Trè's saddened blue eyes fell upon the enormous box of photographs, he felt his heart crack right in two. He still hasn't accepted that this all had happened. He was still unable to come to terms with the fact that he was now busy preparing a funeral for his best friend. His best friend. The words seemed to mock him. To Trè's utter anguish, that was all he ever had been. All he ever would be. Nothing more, nothing less. And it was all because Trè had been too afraid to tell him otherwise. Why were those three little words, silly as they were, so daunting? Why had they been so utterly impossible to speak? He had said them so easily, so emptily, so many times before, to so many women he didn't truly love. Why, then, had they been …show more content…

There was no point in asking. Attempting to distract his questioning mind, he shuffled over to the large box of photographs and sat in front of it, slowly pulling the plastic lid off and peering down into it. As he stared at what must have been a thousand different pictures of Billie all throughout his life, Trè's eyes began to water and his lower lip began to quake for what must have been the twentieth time that day alone. There he was, the man he had loved, did love, and always would love, in all his glory, the happiest moments of his short life forever captured in glossy pieces of paper. Slowly, a trembling hand reached for the picture at the very top of the stack, pulling into view. Immediately upon seeing the photograph, Trè's heart fell into his stomach. The glossy picture of a proud Billie holding his newborn son close in the dim, hazy lighting of his old tour bus stared back at Trè blankly, causing the tears that had been forming in his eyes to pour down his flushed …show more content…

The show had been in West Palm Beach, Florida, if he remembered correctly. He remembered the concert so clearly for some reason; he remembered the sticky, hot air, and the occasional salty sea breeze that blew through. He remembered the rowdy crowd, he remembered the cheers and funny signs people in the pit held, most specifically one that read 'Fuck me Tré!' in bright blue letters. He remembered, for some reason, especially loving Billie's passion that night, he remembered his heart sweeping with love as it always did as he watched the man he adored do what he did best with such ardor. He remembered wandering into a small sports bar he for some reason specifically remembered to be named Duffy's about an hour after the show had ended and sharing a basket of savory buffalo wings with Billie. He remembered how many times their sauce-covered hands had accidentally touched or brushed against each other when they had both reached for the same wing. He remembered laughing the awkward gesture off unevenly, internally screaming at himself to just tell Billie how he really

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