It wasn’t the first time that Calvin contacted him since they officially called it quits, and Mitch kept his responses polite and brief; he had to be somewhat receptive, if only until he was approved for the state’s health insurance. Calvin’s messages were short, but always held an intimate level of familiarity that made Mitch deeply uncomfortable, drilling right into the marrow itself. It was as though they’d never fully split, and there was some remaining connective tissue which the surgeon missed. He hoped to scrape it all away eventually.
About The Author
A 30something (they/them) from MA. I write contemporary queer literature. When not getting lost in the woods, I can be found at their local indie wrestling promotion.
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