Author's Notes

It had been 10 years since Sal thought about him. A decade since he lost the love of his life so why was he suddenly dreaming of his late boyfriend?
"If you keep rubbing your eyes like that, you're going to go blind." Sal hears a soft voice say behind him. He looks up as the stranger exits the bathroom, but he catches a glimpse of the side of his face.
"Brian?" Sal gasps, reaching for the door to chase after the man.

TW: death, mental illness, fire, funeral
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