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Gay Book 'The Locker'
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Arizona had cried, running to place her head in their mother’s chest, as the final moments
came. Dakota stared up at the photograph, seeing that same look and the
image shimmered in the pale light of the back room, the image seeming to
dance a little as it all flashed before him once more, just as intense, just
as real as the actual moment had been. He felt Montana’s hand clasping his
suddenly and he could see the white ashen face turn slowly, the pain etched
across the face despite all the morphine that he had taken and as he
watched, he saw the eyes open wide, staring fully into his own eyes. He
shivered now, knowing what was coming, powerless to turn away, helpless to
prevent the memory from once more taking hold of him and he felt the slowing
beat of his heart, felt the hole beginning to form in his heart just as it
had that day.
The room had lost its shape and all he could see was Montana’s eyes, the way they stared
into his and for a brief time, second or minutes he wasn’t sure which,
they felt each other’s heart. His wishing it could reach out and beat for
Montana, Montana’s touching his easing its burden, comforting it even and
yet even as it did just that, he could feel Montana’s pain, feel the
regrets, feel the sorrow for past things but the one thing he didn’t feel
was fear, almost as if something or someone had come and taken that fear
away. Montana had always felt scared about this moment and now that it was
here he seemed at ease almost and Dakota felt it, deep inside of him he felt
the acceptance but there was more to it than that too, almost as if Montana
now couldn’t wait for the end to come, as if he wanted it to happen.
His eyes grew moist, his hands were now balled up into fists at
his side as he saw that look, felt Montana’s heart beating next to his and
they spoke without words. He could hear Montana telling him how much he
loved him, how proud he was to have him as his younger brother and the tears
rolled down his face as he begged Montana not to leave, cried for him deep
in his soul for Montana to keep on fighting, to hold on for just another
extra second but he knew it wouldn’t be, knew it was asking too much. The
tears were trickling down his face as once more he could feel Montana’s
presence, feel him invading his very spirit, holding it for a brief second,
his arms wrapping around the aching soul and he sobbed now, feeling the love
wash thru his whole body, filling every nook, every crevice and his heart
thundered now just as it had then,
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