the bridge.

pain.

Its been three months since Freddie had passed away. Brian was filled with pain. Not just mental pain of losing his friend, but physical pain. Pain that nothing could ever fix. Brian was sitting on the sofa in the livingroom. He was home alone, staring at a glass on the table as he heard the doorbell ring. Come on Bri, get up and open that door. He told himself, but he couldnt. He did not want to talk to people, he didnt wanna see people. Come on Brian, open that fucking door! its not that hard. He told himself again. He got up, rubbed his face, and walked to the door.

He looked trough the little window of his front door before opening. His best friend Roger was standing in front of the door. Brian opened, and Roger immediately gave him a big, warm, loving hug. "Hey Bri Bri." "Hey Rog Rog. Ehm come in." Brian said, pushing away the thought of not wanting people around. Roger came in, and sat down on the sofa. "Do you want something to drink?" Brian asked. "No, thank you."

Brian sat down next to Roger. "How are you, Brian?" "I guess im alright." "Are you sure? You are... not yourself." Brian looked at his feet, afraid of making eye contact with his best friend. "I dont know, I just miss Freddie. I miss him more than anything! I also miss dad, and I dont know what to do." He felt tears swelling up in his eyes. Roger put his hand on his shoulder. "Thats okay. I miss him too. Im here for you, and I always will be. You know that, right?" Those words made Brian break.

Roger hugged him. "Hey, its okay, I am here. Im with you." Brian was embarrased. Embarrased of crying into Rogers arms. Embarrased of opening up. Embarrased of not really being able to take care of himself. Of everything, actually. "Im sorry. Im sorry Roger." "Dont be sorry! There is nothing to be sorry for. What we, what you are going trough is hard." Brian broke the hug, and wiped his tears. "Thank you for being here." "No problem, Brian. That is what friends are for, arent they?" "Yes they are."

For a while they sat in silence. Roger looking at Brian, and Brian looking at his hands, wondering if he should tell Roger about the amount of pain that he felt. Did Roger feel this aswell? If yes, how does he hide it so well? If not, could he help him? "Rog?" "Yes?" "Is this easy for you?" Roger looked away. "No, no its not easy at all. Does it look like that?" Brian finally dared to look at Roger. "It kinda does, actually." "I guess im just good at hiding it." "Oh." Brian noticed that Roger was fidgeting with the ring he was wearing. "Are you okay?" Roger stopped fidgeting, and looked at Brian, trying to make it less obvious that he wasnt. "Yeah, im okay." "Roger." Brian said, in a dad way. "Brian." Roger said in the same way. "No, im asking you if you are okay." "And I said I am." "But are you?" "Not really, but I dont want to bother you."

Brian knew exactly how roger felt. He knew it like no other! How does he make Roger feel safe? How can he make Roger open up? "You would never bother me. Well, unless its about your car song, or when you spray hairspray in my face." He said with a little smile. Roger laughed a bit. "Thank you Bri. I just miss Freddie, like you do." He started to fidget again, trying to hide the tears. "Come here Rog." He opened his arms, and Roger hugged him. He hid his face in Brian his shoulder.

They sat like that in silence. There was no sound other than Rogers crying, and sniffing. Rogers crying got more, and more. And that made Brian tear up aswell. He started to cry, and hug Roger tighter who hugged back just as tight. "I miss him." Brian said. "We miss him." Roger answered.