Read To Be Loved :: Fate Part 10

(Rated M for Death/Funeral)

He stuck to what he said that night to Spencer. He cut all ties on his part, blocking his number. All of his social accounts. Anything and everything that could allow for Spencer to contact him. Remy had the locks on his apartment changed. So Spencer couldn't let himself in. He cried every time Spence came knocking on his door, locking himself in his bathroom blaring music through his headphones to drown him out.

Spencer came to apologize. Like that would make up for what he had done. He saw the moment Remy's heart shattered, and he knew there was no way to mend it back. He had ruined everything. He destroyed the only good thing he had in his life. The only relationship he ever cared about.

Spencer only stopped coming to Remy's apartment because he got banned from the building. The neighbors complained enough that he got tossed out. The owner threatened to call the cops the next time he showed his face on the property.

Remy oddly enough was thankful for the six weeks off from work. He needed the time to be by himself, it took all the time he had left to pull himself somewhat together. Spencer was the only person he had in his life. The two of them only had each other. His parents were dead. Spencer's mother ran off, and his father was in prison. They were only children.

It was sad just how much of Remy's life revolved around Spencer. Something he was very aware of at the time but even more so now. Finding himself so alone. So hurt and depressed, wanting nothing more than to talk to Spencer about it when he was the reason for him feeling this way. How fucked is that?

* * * * * * *

The days slowly ticked by soon a month had passed. Then two. Then three. Four months. Four and a half months, Remy started to fall into a new routine for himself. It wasn't anything to rave about, but he finally got to have days where Spencer wasn't the only thing he thought about.

He got himself a new job. One that allowed him to pay for everything he needed and not have to get a side job to cover odds and ends. By no means was it his dream job, but it was one he was pretty good at, selling car and home insurance for a local company. It gave him the nice nine-to-five lifestyle, weekends, and all major holidays off.

After work, he checked his phone, a voice message waiting for him, it was from Spencer's boss at the tattoo shop saying he needed to call him back as soon as possible.

Remy was confused as to why he was calling him, wondering if Spencer finally convinced him to be the middleman for him or something? Pushing the phone call off till he got back home for the night, he needed to stop by the store and do a few other things before he could call it a day.

"Hey, it's Remy. Is Perry around?"

"Yeah, hold one second."

"Remy." Perry's tone was off. He sounded shaken even.

"Look, I told Spencer everything I needed that night. So I'd really like it if he didn't. . . "

"Remy! Spencer died late last night."

Silence.

"Remy?"

Silence.

"From what the officer told me, he was walking home, and some asshole ran the red light," Perry held himself together as best he could while talking.

"His funeral is Saturday. I'm sure he would like for you to be there. It's being held at noon. The old cemetery by the lake, the one-off on the backside of the city near the park. I hope you can make it."

Perry was quiet for a long moment, "I'm sorry."

And then he hung up.

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Numb was the only thing Remy felt. Numb and cold as he stood there in the middle of the cemetery. Stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets as he shivered. He couldn't bring himself to go to the actual graveside. Standing off at a distance as the service went on, he couldn't make out what everyone was saying, but he didn't need to. He already knew what one spoke of, able to recall his parents' funerals vividly.

His gaze must have zoned off because the next thing he saw was Perry standing in front of him. They knew each other from the shop. Spencer had done all the ink work he had on his body. Nothing close to what Spencer or Perry had, but he has a few good size pieces.

"I'm glad you made it," Perry commented, glancing back at the gravesite. "Everything was so unexpected, and I kind of got caught with it all but . . ." He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a key.

It was the key to Spencer's apartment. "I called, and he's paid up till the end of next month. I figured you'd be the best to handle his things."

Remy could tell that Perry felt uncomfortable about pushing the responsibility onto him. Wondering just how much the man actually knew about their relationship.

"You know he would hate this." Commented Remy, eyeing the ground.

"Oh yeah! The snow. Fucking hated the cold weather." Perry laughed awkwardly.

Remy was quiet for a long moment, lost in his thoughts before he spoke up again. "I have my own key."

His way of saying he would handle Spencer's apartment.

"Thanks." Perry shifted in his footing, unsure of himself but went with it anyway. "Spencer was an asshole for what he did, by the way, told him it every day too. "

Remy's blue eyes grew wide with shock. Did Perry know about them? The little smirk he made as he walked off proved to Remy that he knew something. Perry was the next closest thing to a best friend for Spencer. So maybe he went to him after everything that happened between them went down. Doing more about it than he did himself, bottling it all up and shutting down.

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