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Shaking hands trying to gathering the remaining polaroids from the grimy floorboards. Kneeled, feeling lukewarm tears escape the blink of his eyes. He heard footsteps, Freddie’s heels clapping louder and louder and until its stopped. A warm hand on his covered shoulder by his black sweater. The sense of Freddie lowering himself. A comfortable silence. A needed silence. He missed Dom, he did truly, He did regret what he did; it’s not like it meant anything, it was a kiss. One kiss. She wouldn’t have known if he didn’t tell her, he felt so bad.
He didn’t remember much from the night. The light buzz from a few beers, arms around a pretty woman with jet black hair and full lips. At that time, he wasn’t that drunk, he knew it but Dom was in France for heaven sakes. What did she expect him to do? A kiss, boring and unmeaningful yet rough. That was when the guilt hit his heart. “I’m sorry” He didn’t know if she heard or not over the music and talking. Roger walked away while sliding into his leather jacket escaping the building into darkness looking up at a starless dark sky.
Roger looked at the polaroids, him and his beautiful girlfriend at the beach. He would be surprised if Freddie had taken them all. “I can’t keep these”. For the first time Freddie’s eyes met Roger’s. “There is only one thing we can do” Freddie looked sincere.
It was cold outside, Winter is going to be awful without her, no one to cuddle up to. Maybe Freddie would let him share his bed. They’ve done it before, maybe it was different because they didn’t have a choice. Roger and Freddie had shared many places together, including right now. Roger knew he wanted to live with Freddie all the time, and so did Fred. Renting a house in London was expensive but neither of them had kids and both of them had well paying jobs, Freddie was an art teacher at a high school nearby and Roger was working at a Pharmacy, on his was to being a Pharmacologist.
Roger immediately felt a wave of warm go through his body when he was orange and red flames appear in the corner of his eye. “Got them Roger?” Freddie asked. Roger reached into his pocket for the stack of photos. Looking at the first one, when Dom and Roger went to the museum for Dom’s studying. The happy couple in front of a t-rex skeleton. Roger throws it into the bundle of red energy hearing crackle and pops until in disintegrated, soon enough throwing the rest in. He found it intriguing, seeing how each one burned in the fire some more quickly than others. “Is that all of them?” Freddie asked Roger. “Uh, oh no” The blonde man found a stray picture of Freddie with them both when Fred and Rog first moved in to the two-bedroom house. Freddie cuddled up to Roger while Dom had her hand on his thigh.
Freddie walked over closer to him, he saw roger carefully tear the photo leaving Roger and him in the picture. Throwing the other bit in the fire. “That’s better” Freddie took his housemate by the waist walking him over to their house.