Open space between--an RPS tribute to Heath

[shieldmaid1]

He fell into bed, his skin hot and itchy, his hair standing up in ragged spikes. Lying back against the musty sheets-should’ve changed them before today, fucking would’ve if he’d realized how much time he’d be spending in here today-he scrubbed both hands over his face and sighed. His eyes were dry at last, but his face felt swollen and stretched

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[bbmjack324]

Poor Jake. No comfort, or release,....until Heath holds him.

It had happened to someone they cared deeply about, but at least it hadn’t been their son....

This was one experience he would have to get through alone. For now they were all standing on a sandy shore, waving and calling out to him from under a calm and benevolent sun, too far away to hear, while he lay on a rock alone, in the middle of a sea whose gray waves threatened at every moment to engulf him.

A spasm rocked him again. ....

C’mere, OK? I just want to . . . feel you in my arms again for a little while.”

[shieldmaid1]

I think sometimes nothing else will do. Thanks for reading this.

[sid401k]

And why there wasn't a follow-up to "Fly on the Wall". I still occasionally wear my striped socks and orange hoodie on a Tuesday and think of Heath.