everett
"mm, good morning," he murmurs, slowly drifting away from his sleepy state. aidan doesn't return the morning greetings, still completely passed out.
everett stays in his position as the big spoon, slowly trailing his finger up and back down aidan's arm as he nestles his head against the back of his boyfriend's neck.
he's glad that his suicide attempt failed two years ago; all he had to do was hold on, keep going, because things get better, whether it takes two months or two years.
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the recovery project [2]
Short Storyit does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.