Free Gemini Rain by Lj McEvoy

did, it flowed out of him like blood from a bullet wound. He never held information back like that before at least not from the person he considered his counsel, his soul mate. But then he never thought the day would come that he would have to recount a memory he placed safely and securely in the echoes of his heart and mind. Like the first night with hazel eyes it’s one of those treasures he felt confident nobody would ever discover about him.
                  ‘It’s in the past,’ trying some persuasion but Marc’s hazel eyes bore into him from across the small, intimate circular table, ‘long before I met you, even long before I knew anything about where my life would lead.’
    There was still a prolonged silence as Paul gave up and threw his fork on the table despondently, genuinely annoyed with the lack of response, the eyes were the only inkling that what he’d just admitted was actually sinking in. ‘What the hell else do you want me to say?’
                  ‘Paul I don’t know what I want you to say, and I… I don’t know what to say either. I don’t even know if I wanted to hear what you’ve just said,’ Marc’s voice wavered. ‘I knew there was something there between you two but this…’ the direction of those hazel eyes dropped tow ard the table, ‘do you still…. d o you love her?’
                  ‘Yes,’ Paul whispered an honest reply as he stared into eyes that were a full combination of shock, pain and sympathy.
                  ‘Oh, Christ Paul!’
    Paul watched as a face that normally showed warmth and affection was now engulfed in tormented red. 
                  ‘We’ve been together for nearly three years now, how could you keep this from me!’
                  Paul felt panic rising in his stomach, ‘but not in the way you think, not the way you and I … we shared something special, Lauren’s always been there for me you know that and me for her I think, now we need each other aga in and… and I need you too. I need you t o understand, to help.’
    But yet another funeral silence fell onto the table, the music softly playing in the background was like a distant hum coming from a neighbour’s house. Dispelling all pride he had inside him Paul begged the person sitting opposite him, hoping for some respite.
                  ‘Do you know what you’re asking me to do? Do you realise the risk we’ll be taking? Do you realise the position you put me in? What do you not understand Paul, think of the consequences. Christ , I don’t believe this.’ Marc turned to look out the kitchen window unable to look at Paul, unable to think straight.
                  Gingerly Paul replied, ‘but we’re used to taking risks, aren’t we?’ Noticing a cheeky half grin rising on his friend’s mouth Paul relaxed a little, ‘do you fancy taking another?’
                  Sitting back in the chair Marc looked up to the heavens then gave a half nervous half adventurous laugh, ‘are you getting bored with our lifestyle Mr. Minister for Justice?’
    Paul allowed himself to chuckle as r elief and calmness came over the table , at last the ordeal of admission was over and we’re actually getting somewhere he thought, ‘this is one piece of excitement we could do without,’ as he sat forward, elbows resting on the table, his fingers entwined.
                  ‘And what do you suggest we could do?’ those hazel eyes became quizzical. ‘I mean it’s not going to be easy, when a can of worms like this opens up they have a tendency to ooze out on all sides, it’s very difficult to push them back in with one hand while trying to hold the can with the other.’
    Paul slightly winced at the description as he responded, ‘but that’s where you come into the picture isn’t it, there won’t be just one pair of hands.’
                  Those hazel eyes