By the door

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A few months later.

Brett showed up on the other's front door. He wanted to see him, so he made it as an excuse so he can. It's crazy like he pushed himself to the edge of a cliff just to have a glimpse of Eddy. He knew it'll hurt, but as long as he'll see Eddy...

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The doorbell rang.

Eddy who was lying down on the couch doing nothing, heard it. He chose to ignore it.

The doorbell rang again.

Half annoyed, he gets up and answered the door. He saw Brett.

Brett greeted him with a genuine smile. He examined Eddy. Glad that he's fine.

Eddy returned the smile. The annoyance from before was gone. He hadn't seen Brett in a while for they both had been busy on separate businesses.

Now that Brett had a glimpse of him, he wanted to leave. He got what he wanted. No, this 'thing' he has to give him, the pathetic of an excuse just to have a sight of him and also was the reason why he wanted to see him.

Eddy felt that this is it. This would be last time they'd smile at each other. The last chance he had to turn it over.

Brett, without a word, handed him an envelope. It was misty rose in color and made with thick embossed paper. The scent of vanilla and jasmine flowers filled the air, released by the paper. On the envelope letters in both black and gold beautifully spelled, "Eddy Chen and family."

Eddy hesitated but he reached out to get the said envelope. Without even looking at it, he knows what it contains. From what Brett had been doing these past few weeks gave it all out.

Brett let go of the envelope. Saddened that their meeting was about to end soon.

After Eddy received the envelope, he gave Brett a polite smile.

Brett did the same.

Even he was reluctant, Eddy closed the door. On his way back to the couch, his hold on the envelope tightened, wrinkling it.

Looking back, Brett thought it's not a wasted effort that he went here. He saw Eddy. He's well. That's all that matters.

They both walked away from the door headed for different destinations. In their minds was,

If I ask you to run away with me, would you come?

But in the end, no one said it.

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