Personal Narrative Fiction

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It wasn’t the loud whistly keow of the Western gulls flying overhead that woke Booker from a dreamless sleep. Nor was it the foul aftertaste of whiskey thickening his saliva. It was the dull throb in his nose and painful ache in his jaw that roused his senses, the discomfort slowly intensifying as his mind floated toward consciousness. A low moan rumbled in the back of his throat, and opening his eyes, he squinted against the harsh sunlight blazing through the open window. Although his brain screamed at him not to move, he pushed himself into a sitting position and touched his nose, his fingers gingerly exploring the bruised flesh and damaged bone before moving down and investigating his swollen jaw. There were no apparent bumps, and he breathed …show more content…

“So, this is how it’s gonna be, is it, Hanson? You’re gonna blame me every time you get cold feet about us, is that it? It’s not my fault I’m comfortable with my sexuality, and you’re not.” Exhaling an annoyed pfft, Tom rolled his eyes for dramatic effect. “Stop dodging the question. There’s a reason you won’t you tell me how long it took you to come out to your family and friends and I think it’s because it was more than two months, and that means you’re the one with the fucking problem, not me.” A look of uncertainty passed over Booker’s face, and as he gazed back at Tom, suddenly, everything the young officer was saying made sense. But he was too proud to admit he was wrong, and so he shifted his gaze to the floor, his mind searching for the right words to end their argument without openly acknowledging he too, was at …show more content…

He needed to clear his head before making one of the most important decisions of his life. Did he allow Tom the time he needed or did he give up on his dream and walk away without ever knowing the love of the man he’d carried a torch for since he’d first laid eyes on him. It was a dilemma, and one he wished he didn’t have to face. He had his pride, but he was also known for his dogged determination. He wasn’t afraid to fight for what he wanted, and he wanted Tom, more than he’d ever wanted anyone, the problem was, he wasn’t sure if it was enough anymore. He was tired of making allowances, and he wished his lover would just accept his sexuality so they could move forward to the next phase of their

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