Drabble: Three Month Anniversary
“Three months today, Starsk.” Hutch turned moist eyes to his partner; bit the inside of his lip, barely controlled.
Starsky wished the Earth would swallow him whole. He’d forgotten; wasn’t being insensitive, babbling about his new love interest - just… distracted.
“I’m sorry, man: I know how you feel.”
“Do you?”
Starsky averted the pain-filled eyes. No, he didn’t know - not at all. Death had never taken a woman he loved, the way Hutch did Gillian. He knew she was ‘The One.’
Hutch pulled himself back to the present, and asked “So, tell me about this girl. What’s her name?”
“Terry.”