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muserevival2016-12-19 01:46 pm
likefatherlikeson) wrote in muserevival2016-12-19 01:46 pm
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136.2. Quote
"It's hard to really compare new love and old love." - Hugh Heffner
Justin had woken early that morning, and had carefully gotten up so he didn't wake Sasha. It took a lot for Sasha to finally fall asleep after the trauma of Andi passing away, the last thing Justin wanted to do was disrupt him now he was. He needed his medication, and although he wasn't at all fond of administering his own injections, he didn't prolong the inevitable. The hesitation left him with a red mark on his thigh that would inevitably bruise. The pen was easy to use, but he still hated it. The quicker he got it over with, the better.
The short walk he took was for some fresh air and trying to clear his head. Sasha and his parents didn't live right in Boston city. It was the suburbs area, but Justin didn't know one part of Boston from the other. It was pretty, though he didn't go far. He knew there were shops nearby because Sasha had spoken about walking his dad down there in the wheelchair for ice cream. It was freezing. Justin felt the cold, so he had borrowed an extra sweat, a scarf, some gloves, and a hat from Sasha's closet. He knew his new boyfriend wouldn't mind.
A lot was on his mind as he walked, hands in his pockets and Apple Music playing through his earbuds from his phone. What an incredible amount of things had changed in his life in such a short time. Love wasn't one of those things he expected to change. In fact, he had been trying his best to hold onto the old that wasn't working, and it hit him like a ton of bricks when he realised that had all slipped out from under him. He did the fighting for it in the past. He had believed the promises. He held onto the hope they could go the distance. It just wasn't meant to be. He wasn't sure he would ever understand why, when it had been the best thing to happen to him in a long time. But it had, and now he was on a new path.
The sad part was, he had always thought Will would be in his life, no matter what. Only now, it felt like he didn't want to be. Justin heard the words, but the actions didn't translate. Nothing of substance in life ever survived on mere words. Whatever ultimately was the crux of it all ending, he wasn't sure he would ever know. All he did know was that he needed the simple and peaceful to go forward. The emotional complications in his relationship and family life had been too much for him to cope with on a fracture foundation of fragile mental health. It wasn't like he had all the answers. If he did, he was sure it would feel less like everything in his life was a battle.
Never in a million years could he have foreseen that his new boyfriend would come with such pain and heartache of a devastating death just weeks after Justin met him. It was strange, to know of cancer and to know of the dangers, but to have it happening right in front of you, it looked a very different shade to that of fundraising and support ribbons. Cancer was part of the reason why Justin had his recent relapse. He didn't know how to handle the news his uncle had a brain tumour, on top of the news that his parents' marriage was failing. The trifecta of awful was completed with his decision to break up with Will. You couldn't force feelings back when there was nothing there to build them upon.
The rain had finally stopped, but the ground and roads were still wet. The sloshing sound of tyres through puddles was strangely soothing when Justin tugged the earbuds out turning back onto the street where Sasha lived. The weather app told him it had been about 19°F when he ventured out. No wonder it felt fit to freeze his balls off. Another reason he chose to stay out long. He didn't need to end up with the flu on top of everything else. After the near-drowning, he had to be careful to take care of his lungs. He had to be careful with a lot of things. Sometimes, trying to remember it all was too overwhelming.
Sitting on the bottom step, he unlaced his shoes and left them by the door. They were damp from being unable to avoid a couple of puddles, and he didn't want to mess up their carpet. When he got back to Sasha's room and quietly opened the door, he found his boyfriend was still sleeping, and in the position he left him. Justin went over to the bed, carefully and quietly set the roses and teddy bear down on the nightstand that he had just bought Sasha from the florist.
He checked on Sasha, and pulled the covers up over him to tuck them more securely in around him. After a soft kiss to his temple, Justin went over to the window and sat down in the armchair there. It gave him a perfect view out over their back garden. He tucked his legs up underneath him and rested his head against the back of the chair. Everything felt so still and quiet. There was no denying the sadness hanging over everything right now. Andi was gone, and that would leave an incredible hole in Sasha's heart.
Justin knew he might not be able to do anything to ease that, nor would he want to try to allay anyone's grief. But he knew he could be here. From his own pain and suffering, he knew sometimes that even just having someone there could be priceless. It was never about wanting to be fixed or wanting some to eradicate all traces of hurt from you. It was about having someone there with while you were hurting. It was about knowing it was okay to hurt. A hug or a tiny squeeze of your hand could go along way. Sometimes all you needed was to be reminded that you weren't alone, or that someone cared.
He found his gaze shifting from the window back to Sasha sleeping. After a few more moments, he went back to the bed and climbed in beneath the covers. Still taking care not to wake Sasha, he cuddled up behind him and wrapped an arm around him. Sasha had lost someone so dear to him, but Justin wanted to show him that he had found someone else to pick up Andi's baton. He didn't know if he would be near as good at it as she was, but there was nothing else he wanted more in the world right now than to try.
Justin Campbell
Original Character
Justin had woken early that morning, and had carefully gotten up so he didn't wake Sasha. It took a lot for Sasha to finally fall asleep after the trauma of Andi passing away, the last thing Justin wanted to do was disrupt him now he was. He needed his medication, and although he wasn't at all fond of administering his own injections, he didn't prolong the inevitable. The hesitation left him with a red mark on his thigh that would inevitably bruise. The pen was easy to use, but he still hated it. The quicker he got it over with, the better.
The short walk he took was for some fresh air and trying to clear his head. Sasha and his parents didn't live right in Boston city. It was the suburbs area, but Justin didn't know one part of Boston from the other. It was pretty, though he didn't go far. He knew there were shops nearby because Sasha had spoken about walking his dad down there in the wheelchair for ice cream. It was freezing. Justin felt the cold, so he had borrowed an extra sweat, a scarf, some gloves, and a hat from Sasha's closet. He knew his new boyfriend wouldn't mind.
A lot was on his mind as he walked, hands in his pockets and Apple Music playing through his earbuds from his phone. What an incredible amount of things had changed in his life in such a short time. Love wasn't one of those things he expected to change. In fact, he had been trying his best to hold onto the old that wasn't working, and it hit him like a ton of bricks when he realised that had all slipped out from under him. He did the fighting for it in the past. He had believed the promises. He held onto the hope they could go the distance. It just wasn't meant to be. He wasn't sure he would ever understand why, when it had been the best thing to happen to him in a long time. But it had, and now he was on a new path.
The sad part was, he had always thought Will would be in his life, no matter what. Only now, it felt like he didn't want to be. Justin heard the words, but the actions didn't translate. Nothing of substance in life ever survived on mere words. Whatever ultimately was the crux of it all ending, he wasn't sure he would ever know. All he did know was that he needed the simple and peaceful to go forward. The emotional complications in his relationship and family life had been too much for him to cope with on a fracture foundation of fragile mental health. It wasn't like he had all the answers. If he did, he was sure it would feel less like everything in his life was a battle.
Never in a million years could he have foreseen that his new boyfriend would come with such pain and heartache of a devastating death just weeks after Justin met him. It was strange, to know of cancer and to know of the dangers, but to have it happening right in front of you, it looked a very different shade to that of fundraising and support ribbons. Cancer was part of the reason why Justin had his recent relapse. He didn't know how to handle the news his uncle had a brain tumour, on top of the news that his parents' marriage was failing. The trifecta of awful was completed with his decision to break up with Will. You couldn't force feelings back when there was nothing there to build them upon.
The rain had finally stopped, but the ground and roads were still wet. The sloshing sound of tyres through puddles was strangely soothing when Justin tugged the earbuds out turning back onto the street where Sasha lived. The weather app told him it had been about 19°F when he ventured out. No wonder it felt fit to freeze his balls off. Another reason he chose to stay out long. He didn't need to end up with the flu on top of everything else. After the near-drowning, he had to be careful to take care of his lungs. He had to be careful with a lot of things. Sometimes, trying to remember it all was too overwhelming.
Sitting on the bottom step, he unlaced his shoes and left them by the door. They were damp from being unable to avoid a couple of puddles, and he didn't want to mess up their carpet. When he got back to Sasha's room and quietly opened the door, he found his boyfriend was still sleeping, and in the position he left him. Justin went over to the bed, carefully and quietly set the roses and teddy bear down on the nightstand that he had just bought Sasha from the florist.
He checked on Sasha, and pulled the covers up over him to tuck them more securely in around him. After a soft kiss to his temple, Justin went over to the window and sat down in the armchair there. It gave him a perfect view out over their back garden. He tucked his legs up underneath him and rested his head against the back of the chair. Everything felt so still and quiet. There was no denying the sadness hanging over everything right now. Andi was gone, and that would leave an incredible hole in Sasha's heart.
Justin knew he might not be able to do anything to ease that, nor would he want to try to allay anyone's grief. But he knew he could be here. From his own pain and suffering, he knew sometimes that even just having someone there could be priceless. It was never about wanting to be fixed or wanting some to eradicate all traces of hurt from you. It was about having someone there with while you were hurting. It was about knowing it was okay to hurt. A hug or a tiny squeeze of your hand could go along way. Sometimes all you needed was to be reminded that you weren't alone, or that someone cared.
He found his gaze shifting from the window back to Sasha sleeping. After a few more moments, he went back to the bed and climbed in beneath the covers. Still taking care not to wake Sasha, he cuddled up behind him and wrapped an arm around him. Sasha had lost someone so dear to him, but Justin wanted to show him that he had found someone else to pick up Andi's baton. He didn't know if he would be near as good at it as she was, but there was nothing else he wanted more in the world right now than to try.
Original Character