Billy
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They
didn’t start out to become lovers or whatever it was you called them. It
had just happened, quite naturally if you thought about it. Funny how bad
things brought about good things too? He never really got along that entire
well with Taylor when he was younger, they always seemed to fight or ignore
each other but after Mom had passed away, well it changed.
Not
at first, at first they were both lost and feeling alone. They had dragged
themselves through the daily ritual of merely existing until that one night.
Billy could recall it like it was only yesterday.
He
had moped around the house and his Father had finally managed to feel like
he could leave them alone and had actually gone back to work. It was the
first time in months that Billy had come home and not found his father
standing in the doorway watching him walk up the drive. He felt uncertain
and chilled even though it never got cold here.
There
was a note, telling him where his dad was and how to reach him if he needed
him and what time he would be home. It was strange to walk through the large
house and not hear anything. There wasn’t the noise of someone cooking or
the smell of a cigar floating around the study. It was just empty, sort of
like how he felt inside and it made him restless.
Billy
had gone out to the pool and stripped his shirt off, to just take in the sun
and that is how Taylor had found him.
His brother had come home, and feeling the same emptiness had
ventured his way to the pool, the scene of so many family gatherings and fun
times. Now, well now it was a place to think and grieve. He was startled to
find Billy there and yet he felt some sort of comfort in it.
For
the first time since the funeral, he acknowledged Billy’s presence and he
too lay down in one of the chaise lounges to just think back and to try and
make sense out of it all.
The
quiet of the pool, and the gentle sounds of the water lapping against the
concrete had a lulling effect on Taylor but it made Billy feel sad and
alone. Soon he couldn’t stop himself and the tears were flowing once more
as remembered some treasured moment that had happened right at that spot.
Taylor had watched as Billy had cried silently with only the occasional sob
escaping to the air.
Billy could see it now, the way he was one second laying on the
lounge, crying and the next a dark shadow standing over him. He had opened
his tear-streaked eyes to see his older brother towering over him, tears in
his eyes too. He also saw his father’s features in Taylor.
The long blond hair that Dad once had, the soft blue eyes,
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