Maybe In Another Life | Kellic (boyxboy)

Bed

"Wow," I say in wonder gazing up at the ceiling. "You still have the stars."

Vic had put up at least two hundred of those glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling. I think they've been there since he was a kid, because when I met him those were already up. I can't believe I'm seeing them again.

"Yeah," he chuckles softly. "I don't think they're ever coming down."

"Too bad we can't see them glow right now." It's still the afternoon, after all.

"I think we can work that out."

Vic stands up from the bed and closes the curtains of the window. The shades are thick and dark so it shields most of the daylight from outside. Then he turns off the closet light and the lamp on his nightstand and there they are. All the stars shining from the ceiling. And I look at them with the biggest smile on my face.

I can't help to lay down on the bed to look at them better, seconds later I feel the weight of the bed shift as Vic lays beside me as well. He puts his hands behind his head and I keep mine folded on top of my stomach.

We lay there in silence for a while, just looking at the stars above us. I have so many things running through my head I could explode, but I keep quiet. There's so many things I want to ask, so many things I still don't know about his life after he left. I don't even know where to start. I'm dying to know what he's thinking. I haven't really said much about myself either, but I think it's better that way. It's not like we're suddenly going to be in each other's life again. I don't think I'll ever see him again after today. And I'm okay with that. How did I even end up in this position?

"We should have started a band," Vic says while we both still look up.

A laugh escapes me unavoidably at the randomness of the statement. "You're right, we could be rich and famous now."

"Touring the world, selling out venues," he continues.

"The best parties every night, free booze," I play along.

"Millions and millions of fans in every country," he's grinning like a fool now and I am too.

"We could start our band now you know, it's never too late," I joke and he snorts, shaking his head.

"Yeah, Thomas would love that."

Thomas. Is that his husband? I look at him waiting to see if he says more but he looks like he said the wrong thing. Didn't he want me to know his husband's name?

"What's he like?" I end up asking because I know he won't talk about it if I don't. And I guess I was a bit curious too. "Your husband, I mean."

"You really want to talk about that?"

I shrug my shoulders, gazing up at the stars again. "I don't know. Maybe."

I hear him sigh. "Well, his name is Thomas. He's... He's amazing." And I instantly feel it sting, but I ignore it. "We met at the agency I work at, and it all went from there. He's in the accounts department, I'm in the creatives, but you know, one thing led to another and here we are."

I nod at what he says. He's in the creative department. I actually love that for him. He always wanted to work in that field.

"We live in San Diego, also got married there, and yeah, it's been great." He says slowly, like he's afraid he's hurting me by saying all these things to me. I mean, it's not exactly pleasant, but it's not like I could do anything about it now. "But what about you?"

So I end up telling him about my job at the firm back home, where I'm involved in several architectural projects right now.

"I always knew you'd be an architect," he chimes in and I smile. I always wanted to be one, but was never really vocal about that dream. I think I only mentioned it to him.