Can two broken hearts be healed?
Duke Michelson lost his husband and high school sweetheart, Emilio. He buries himself with work but nothing seems to heal his broken heart not until he meets Dashiell Mitchell.
Dashiell "Dash" Mitchell also has a b...
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I've been traveling the world for a couple of months now and I'm glad to be back home in California, Los Angeles to be exact. The weather is unpredictable but it's usually always perfect. The traffic hasn't changed but it wasn't great in New York either. I lived there a year ago and a half ago but life took an unexpected turn. My mom passed away a year and a half ago from breast cancer. It shattered me to the core, she was my best friend, my confidant, my supporter, and my mom.
I started drinking and drowning my sorrows in a bottle or two. It started to affect my career in hockey and eventually, I hit rock bottom. I got in some major trouble with the law and thankfully I got a good lawyer so I didn't do time in jail. I'm still on probation and I can't drive anywhere so Uber and taxis are all I take. But sometimes I have no patience so I'll drive my truck and of course, follow the law.
My agent told me to take a year off and clear my head so he suggested I travel the world, visit places I've always wanted and enjoy life. But the pain still lingered inside of me, the loss of my mother is unexplainable. It's like I lost a part of me when I lost her. She would never miss a game of mine and if she had to, she'll watch it at home. She had a shrine room with all my memorabilia. She was the best until that one day she told me that worst news ever, the day she had breast cancer.
I was doing great today. I went on my run by the beach and then cooked a hearty breakfast which consisted of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fluffy pancakes, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. I normally never turn on the radio and then my mom's favorite song was playing. "I Hope You Dance" by Lee Ann Womack. She would listen to this song religiously.
The slit in my heart suddenly opened and the pain started to pour out. My lips trembled and my throat constricted. The knot of sorrow was building and my eyes got watery. Every day for the past year I cried but slowly I was healing the past couple of weeks.
But today it hit differently. It was unexpected like lightning. It caught me off guard and it struck hard into my heart and soul. I fell to the floor, knees first and then I went fetal position on the floor of my condo. I cried and cried. My body was numb and that was fine with me but my heart ached. It ached so much that I thought I had died because suddenly I couldn't sense my heart. I laid on my back and stared at the stale white ceiling. I couldn't move. I was frozen in this spot. I guess I could join my mom now.
I could still hear the song playing in the background but I couldn't move to turn off the radio. Finally, the song ended and commercials came on. I finally started to move my fingers and my heart began to pump blood. Did I die and come back to life? I lifted myself with my elbows as I wiped my tears. I needed to talk to someone, anyone.
The first person that came to mind was my dad but we haven't gotten along ever since I came out and my mom died. Don't get me wrong, I know he cares for me but he rather not talk to me because of my lifestyle. He calls me here and there to check up on me but he does it out of obligation. I needed my dad right now but his pride always took over.
