Lost and Found (manxboy) ✓

Chapter Eleven

Time seemed to be moving so quickly. Sometimes it seemed like it was just yesterday when I met Jon, but in reality it had been months.

It was weird to think about how much my life had changed since I met him. He had helped me in so many ways. At first I had thought it was so wrong to start caring for another man after Harrison died, but I was realizing it had really been the best thing for me

I wasn't good on my own. Maybe it would've been healthier for me to learn how to stand on my own two feet, but Jon made me feel so good, so safe, that I couldn't stay away from him.

We were sitting in his truck after we had packed the last few boxes of things from the house. It was done. I was completely moved out. Almost everything was in storage now.

I stared at the house, feeling very, very sad but also hopeful at the same time.

"Beau," Jon started. I turned to him, putting a small smile on my face. "I know the plan was for you to get your own apartment," he said, reaching for my hand. "And it's your choice...but I would really love it if you moved in with me."

My mouth dropped open a little and I wasn't sure what to think.

I had been seeing Jon for more than a few months now and I had only seen Harrison a few months before I moved in with him...but was it a good idea to do that again?

"I know it's fast," he continued. "But I really care about you, Beau. Our relationship doesn't have to go any further than it has just because we're living together...I just love taking care of you...Please let me take care of you."

I whimpered and dove into his arms, burying my face in his neck.

When he put it that way, I couldn't say no.

"Yes," I whispered against his skin. "I'll move in with you."

"Thanks, baby," he said, kissing my head.

I was the one that should be thanking him. He was the one that had done so much for me all these months. It was unbelievable how much he had put up with. I was broken, but he was slowly putting me back together again.

I pulled away and he kissed my nose.

I smiled, blushing.

"I want to go in one last time," I said, talking about the house. "Just to say goodbye."

He nodded. "Do you want me to go with you?"

I shook my head and I knew he would understand that perfectly.

I got out of the truck and slowly walked up to the house. I opened the door and closed it behind me. It was empty now, but it still felt like home to me.

It probably always would. I had spent the best years of my life here.

I wrapped my arms around myself and looked around the living room.

I breathed deeply, willing myself not to cry.

I played with the ring that was still on my finger and said a short goodbye to the house in my head, then I turned to leave.

Closing the door behind me for the last time.

I got back into Jon's truck and I just nodded at him, letting him know that I was ready to leave. He pulled out of the drive without a word.

I stared out the window and let a few tears fall. It wasn't that I wasn't ready to leave—I was.

But this was a big step in letting go of Harrison.

I worried that one day there would be a time where I went a whole day without thinking about him.

I cared about Jon. More than cared about him.