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Things had been good even great once upon a long time ago. Gable Brighton had been with his loving partner since they started college. Things hadn't always been easy for the pair but they were in it for the long run. There were no secrets, no wandering eyes, and no embarrassment to their sexuality. They were together and they were both men and that was the end of that. Things had started to change though when they graduated and Gable got a job in New York City. The pair was thrilled for the city life. They found themselves a small apartment in a nicer area together. It seemed like the start of the rest of their lives. Though, things changed once everything was unpacked. Gable was spending so much time at the office that it was putting a wedge between them. He was often too tired to even kiss the other goodnight. He even had started to sleep on the sofa instead of in bed with the other. Fights erupted, feelings were hurt, and questions about adultery had been risen. The pairs future seemed to be at a breaking point. How much more could the really take?
It was one of those Saturday nights where Gable was 'in the office'. In all reality he was avoiding going home any way he could. He had went out to the bars with some of the men he worked with. He was just trying to bury all his doubt about him and his love in a few drinks. He didn't know how else to deal with the creeping sadness that he felt from their relationship falling into shambles. It had been almost four years... that was a long while to be together. Gable ran his large hands through his 'messy on purpose but not trying to hard' dark hair. As he scanned the room trying to ignore the conversation about women his co-workers were having he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. His olive skin was paler than normal, his dark brown were lined with dark circles, his crooked smile was replaced with a frown. He looked tired, older, and just plain unhappy. He took another swig from his beer. With a few parting words he walked out of the bar and stumbled home.
It wasn't very long walk for his long legs to get himself home. He dug into his pockets for his keys...of course he forgot them. He let out an exasperated groan and beat on the door to his apartment. "Hey! HEY! Open the door! It's me!" he slurred. Gable leaned his long lean frame against the wall as he waited. All he could think was how damn tired he was.
It was one of those Saturday nights where Gable was 'in the office'. In all reality he was avoiding going home any way he could. He had went out to the bars with some of the men he worked with. He was just trying to bury all his doubt about him and his love in a few drinks. He didn't know how else to deal with the creeping sadness that he felt from their relationship falling into shambles. It had been almost four years... that was a long while to be together. Gable ran his large hands through his 'messy on purpose but not trying to hard' dark hair. As he scanned the room trying to ignore the conversation about women his co-workers were having he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. His olive skin was paler than normal, his dark brown were lined with dark circles, his crooked smile was replaced with a frown. He looked tired, older, and just plain unhappy. He took another swig from his beer. With a few parting words he walked out of the bar and stumbled home.
It wasn't very long walk for his long legs to get himself home. He dug into his pockets for his keys...of course he forgot them. He let out an exasperated groan and beat on the door to his apartment. "Hey! HEY! Open the door! It's me!" he slurred. Gable leaned his long lean frame against the wall as he waited. All he could think was how damn tired he was.