“Thanks,” Bernard said. “I’m so glad Rory found me.”
His heart ached at the thought of Rory finding him dead. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want to die, just numb the pain. If something had happened to him, it would kill his friends.
“Yeah,” Kelly said, “from what I heard, it was close. I think a few more hours and you might have done some serious damage.”
“I don’t know what I would do without the friends I have. I’ve put you all through so much.”
“We are here for you. So don’t ever think you are inconveniencing us when you need help.”
Bernard leaned over and hugged Kelly. Kelly rubbed his back.
“You’re going to be all right,” Kelly said. “You just need to take it one day at a time. It’ll get better.”
A man who’d faced so much hate and abuse was telling him it would get better. Kelly had overcome so much, and his words meant the world to Bernard. He would be okay. He needed to rely on his friends when he needed them and take care of himself.
They sat in silence as the sun shone down on them. The dogs seemed to have endless energy.
“Can I ask you something?” Bernard said.
“Sure.”
“Do you think after what happened, you’ll be able to love again?”
“I’d like to think so, but I’m more guarded now than ever. I’m afraid of what might happen. I spent eight years with that man, and that’s time I can’t get back. It’s…” He stopped.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring this up. It was stupid of me.”
“No, it’s okay. I need to talk about it. I’m physically and emotionally scarred by him. That’s not something I can erase. I’m more scared of what someone will think when they see my scars.”
“I can see past them.” Bernard placed a hand on his shoulder. “I see you for who you are. The scars on your chest and back are something you can’t change. So, if someone judges you on them, that’s on them. That’s their issue, not yours. You’re a gentle, kind man. You deserve love.”
“Thank you. That means a lot.”
“I won’t rush you but try not to shut down. You’ve done so much for me and my self-esteem. I want to do the same. So, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”
“You’re a good friend.”
Bernard glanced at his watch. It was four.
“Well, I better get home. Rory is coming over,” Bernard said. “Thank you again for everything you’ve done.”
“My pleasure.”
They hugged, and Bernard headed home with Ginger.
Rory sat on the couch knitting when he walked in.
“I’m so sorry. I got caught up talking to Kelly at the park.”
“It’s okay, I busied myself with knitting.”
Rory stood and walked over to Bernard. He embraced him and they shared a deep kiss.
“Can you stay the night?”
“Yes, of course. We’re on winter break, so I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow.”
*
