Four-Year Longing

Summary

Fred Harrington was the quiet light I had spent four years secretly loving.

If we had not ended up tangled together in that bed, perhaps we would have remained best friends for a lifetime.

Five years after we parted, we met again at my younger brother Jude's wedding.

While everyone else was offering their blessings to the newlyweds, Fred leaned in close, his breath brushing against my ear.

His voice was low, heavy with mockery. "I heard you spent three years pining after me, Silas. Doesn't that make you sick?"