Closure (BxB) [sequel to SAS] *ON HIATUS*

Chapter thirty one:

A/N: ummm... so.... hey...

this is awkward.

sorry for the long break. I know. rude.

a lot has changed, I finally got my driving license, got the covid vaccination a couple of months ago, passed successfully my first semester exam period (lowest grade was 84, and got 3 100's!)

anyways, I'll admit, this story became like a chore to me. I felt like I must write a new chapter every week. I got to the point I had insane writer's block, and also I didn't even want to look at it nor try and write it. so I just ignored it. even though it was always in the back of my mind. hence the insanely long break. I swear I wanted to post a lot sooner, but every time I opened the document I was like '?????????' and I hated it. I saw your messages about an update and asking if I was ok. thank you. all is well, and finally, I sat down and wrote a new chapter. I'm not sure in what frequency I'll update from now on. maybe once a month. maybe less, maybe more. I truly can't promise anything. sorry again, I'm sure it's annoying.

welp, that was long af. now, to what yall came for:

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Brian's POV:

The next six months passed in a blur.

It's like as soon as Zach got his check from Olivia, a huge hourglass dropped from the sky and the sand inside of it started to slowly fall down... hinting that as soon as time run's up, Zach is gone.

Now, I wouldn't lie, everything between Zach and I was completely fine. Sex was good, living together was good, we even visited his parents a couple more times...

Our social life was still great, Fred and Olivia were better than ever, and we would travel the state almost every other weekend.

And yet I couldn't be happy. 

Not really. 

Every time I even thought about feeling happy, that hourglass showed once again, the bottom part was fuller than the last time.

My time is running out.

I know I should be happy for Zach, but even now, months after he first told me about that program, I still can't be happy for him.

I'm angry. I'm sad. But mostly, I'm just pure jealous.

It's not Paris itself. I couldn't care less about Paris.

But it's just the fact that he's going to accomplish something so important and meaningful to him so soon, was making me jealous.

I thought I had it all. Matter of fact, I did have it all, for a short time due to Eric.

In the last couple of months, I was working as hard as I could on my comeback. I went to physiotherapy almost daily. Visited the gym twice a day. And don't get me wrong, I was still sitting for hours making sure I'm up to date with my assignments and reading material.

But sometimes your good just isn't good enough. I was finally cleared and allowed to get back to training with the team.

Which went terrible from the first second honestly.

First, everyone was feeling sorry for me and had that ridiculous mercy-full face on.

Which was annoying as hell. I'm better now, drop the act.

Second, I was terrible.

I wasn't good as I was. I wasn't good at all.

Clearly, Eric took my spot as the opening quarterback. And he was doing not so bad at all, at least not as bad as I hope he was.