I still haven't forgiven you.

Oh life, why are you like this?

"I swear to fucking God, stop it."

Eddy rolled down the sofa, laughing and crying. Brett was mercilessly tickling him. That was Brett's way of punishing Eddy, whenever Eddy teased him regarding a certain thing from his past. Or when Eddy was being annoying in general. Or when he wanted to be punished real bad, but let's not talk about that.

"You'll pay,"

Eddy threatened with this finger which couldn't stay straight due to being shaken real bad. Brett laughed it away. He needed answers now. He stepped off the sofa, beside Eddy. Eddy only rolled over far, scared like a cat, thinking Brett would tickle him even more. But Brett was very tired from all the laughing and games they already played.

"I still haven't forgiven you, you know?"

Brett asked. Slowly stopping his laughter, his eyes softening. He crawled over to where Eddy laid, hands on his stomach. Heaving from the pain. Eddy smiled wide, knowing very well what Brett meant.

"It was fifteen years ago."

Eddy breathed out, knowing well, how much that day meant to the both of them. Brett's eyes shined, his fingers raised, and itched to tickle Eddy's now bare stomach. Brett raised his whole hand, only to reach Eddy's neck. He forcefully tugged at the back of his head, extracting a pained howl.

"You stole it!"

Eddy laughed. Loud. His hands entangled itself with Brett's wrist. His well trained hands, turned the small wrist in a swift second, causing Brett to lose balance of his knees. Brett fell face first on Eddy's stomach. Now, Eddy's hand entangled in Brett's hair. Brett automatically, like a robot, raised up to curl himself in Eddy's huge torso. Skin against skin, metal against metal.

"We are sharing it,"

Brett laughed in Eddy's ear.  A soft, melodic laugh. His fingers raised to gently brush the sweaty strands of hair on Eddy's forehead. Both their eyes were blown wide, mouth forming huge smiles, lips red from their activities before.
Their rose-coloured lips intertwined once more, passionately rolling over each other in a tempo of their own.

"I still haven't forgiven you,"

A single tear rolled down Eddy's eyes. His hands twitching to touch his lover's face again as he sat in the now empty sofa, with their three year old daughter. Their last kiss, replaying in his head over and over, haunting him for the last five years. Brett's death in the airplane, back to Brisbane was a news that Eddy will never believe. Brett was with him, sitting with him, smiling with him, raising his daughter with him. Only thing he couldn't touch him, see him, hear him. Only felt his powerful presence. Ever so comforting. The metal on his finger was turned around. Reminding Eddy of their thirtieth anniversary.

Funny, Eddy never got a time to apologise to Brett for stealing his last name away from him, and Brett never got to apologise for abandoning him forever.

But they knew they were forgiven.

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Happy Spooktober!
Three more on the way!
Hope you liked this oneshot (my first try, written in the bathroom in 20 minutes, while balling my eyes out listening to We are Bulletproof- BTS)
Stay safe and happy!
<3
~Prara