It's weekend and time for Rainbow Snippets! The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your tbr. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character will identify as LGBTQ+.
My snippet comes from The Scholar's Heart again this weekend. In this snippet (which is a little long--I'm sorry! I'll follow the six sentence rule next time!), Etan is going to pay his respects to Tristan after his wife dies, making for an awkward moment better the estranged friends.
My snippet comes from The Scholar's Heart again this weekend. In this snippet (which is a little long--I'm sorry! I'll follow the six sentence rule next time!), Etan is going to pay his respects to Tristan after his wife dies, making for an awkward moment better the estranged friends.
They filed past the coffin on their way to pay their respects to Tristan. The woman lying there had been undeniably pretty in life. Etan didn’t know much else about her. In the months they had been married, Etan had done his best to spend as little time with Tristan, with or without his wife, as he could. Self-preservation on his part, giving himself the time to get over his grief and put away his love for Tristan. He hadn’t managed to get over all the hurt yet. And now she was dead. As much as he wished Tristan hadn’t married at all, as much as he wished Tristan returned the feelings Etan had had for him, he never would have wanted that for this poor woman. Etan’s unrequited feelings, his grief, hadn’t been her fault.
And he felt wrong standing at her coffin with her mourners after doing his best to avoid her for so long.
“Etan.”
Tristan’s voice brought Etan out of his thoughts. The musical quality was muted now, but his voice still made Etan’s insides swoop around dizzyingly. As it always had. He ruthlessly ignored the feeling.
“Tristan, I’m very sorry for your loss.”
Tristan nodded. “Thank you for coming.”
The words were stiff, formal, completely different from the words they used to exchange back before Tristan had married. Back when they had been close friends and Etan had reason to hope for more someday.
And he felt wrong standing at her coffin with her mourners after doing his best to avoid her for so long.
“Etan.”
Tristan’s voice brought Etan out of his thoughts. The musical quality was muted now, but his voice still made Etan’s insides swoop around dizzyingly. As it always had. He ruthlessly ignored the feeling.
“Tristan, I’m very sorry for your loss.”
Tristan nodded. “Thank you for coming.”
The words were stiff, formal, completely different from the words they used to exchange back before Tristan had married. Back when they had been close friends and Etan had reason to hope for more someday.
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