As the paramedics were
wheeling Sebastian out of the house he whispered something to me.
“On my bed. You’ll know
it when you see it.”
They loaded him into the
ambulance.
He’d make it.
I wandered back into the
house, towards his room.
I knew it was his by the
grotesque poster on the door.
Inside, sitting on his
messy bed, was a picture.
Next to the picture was a
plain, white envelope, with a two day old postmark.
I picked up the picture.
It was of him and
Tommy.
Sebastian was leaning
back, Tommy’s arms around his shoulders, his lips gently pressed against
Sebastian’s cheek.
The picture would have
been sweet in a different setting.
I turned the picture
over.
There was a message.
Remember me. Remember us.
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