2 Works by Arieava
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He was standing in the doorway of the dressing room, his expression unreadable. That alone was enough to set Jeremy on edge—there had never been a time when he wasn’t able to tell what Michael was thinking. He was still wearing that red hoodie that Jeremy had given him for his 14th birthday. It was disconcerting, seeing the hoodie, after everything that had happened. It almost made it seem like nothing had changed.
They both knew that wasn’t true.
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He watched Adam get out of the car with a feeling of sickening dread, and then started the car and began to pull away. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of the small, defenseless-seeming figure cautiously making its way to the front door, where Adam’s father stood, his shadow looming ominously over the dead, brown grass of the yard and his son. He tried to look away, because Adam wanted him to leave, so that he wouldn’t have to see him in his shame and brokenness and pain. But he couldn’t drive away, couldn’t leave Adam like this, so he stayed, the engine of his BMW growling in the quiet Henrietta evening.