Chapter 3
Jonathan lay on the bed for a long time, watching the light in the sky go from a dull gray to purple and finally to a muddied darkness, almost black, with no stars. In the glow of the streetlight outside his window, the first snowflakes began their gentle dissent.
He had missed dinner. He thought about eating the winter strawberries he had paid too much for, even thought of drinking the wine, but it seemed his body required nothing but Kyle. At the moment, he felt like he could never eat or drink again.
He sat up and wiped at his sore and reddened eyes, then reached over to his desk and snagged a Kleenex to blow his nose. The initial storm of loss and grief had passed, leaving in its wake a sense of unreality. Kyle could not have really broken up with him, could he? That didn’
