John took him to the gardens at sunrise. They bundled up in quilts and drank coffee and sat on the stone walls, and John said, βNext week, eight years ago, you save my life at the National Opera House in Ukraine.β
βJune 14. Our anniversary.β Neil said it with reverence.
βYes. Itβs why I pushed so hard for the date.β
Neil leaned his head on Johnβs shoulder. βHow romantic,β he mused. βAlthough, how do you know it was me?β
βItβs always you,β John answered. He put his arms around Neil. βI donβt want to ask you to go back for me. I.β He cleared his throat and blinked slowly at the horizon. βI wish I hadnβt told you.β
I Loved You First by ThirdActLove, illustrated by @hcnnibal















