Author's Note: Yeah, so it's annoyingly repetitive. But I like it oddly enough...so let me know what ya'll think. And the song is Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy.

Your fingertips across my skin

The palm trees swaying in the wind

Images

You sang me Spanish lullabies

The sweetest sadness in your eyes

Clever trick

Luke still remembered Noah's lips. The lingering pressure. Luke remembered the look in his eyes, conveying what he couldn't speak. Luke remembered everything.

He remembered watching Noah kiss Maddie. As fake as it was, he remembered how much it still hurt. And he remembered the guilt of hurting Maddie. He remembered that last kiss. Before. Before…

Luke remembered it all. The soft insistence of Noah's hands. Luke remembered kiss swollen lips, and sleepless nights. Nights spent doing incredible things.

Luke remembered the Col. Mayer's visit. He remembered Noah's nerves. And he remembered his own. He remembered it all. More then he wanted. He wished he could forget.

He remembered Maddie's face. Tear stained and sorrow-filled. He's glad he can't remember his own. Can't imagine the expression. He wished he could forget, but he remembered.

He could see it in Technicolor. Vivid and dark. He remembered the sterile smell. He remembered the whiteness. He remembered the words. Before. Before…

Goodbye, my almost lover

Goodbye, my hopeless dream

I'm trying not to think about you

Can't you just let me be?

He remembered Noah's tears. And he remembered his confession. 'I'm gay, dad.'

He remember Col. Mayer's exit. And he remembered the pain it caused Noah.

He remembered comfort. And he remembered Maddie's approval. She'd always known, somewhere in her.

He remembered his last words. And his last touch. And his last kiss. Deep, passionate, hungry, desperate. The kiss of…

And Luke remembered beeps. Constant, reminding his that Noah's heart was strong, and going on. And Luke remembered the noise he wished he could forget. The rest is a blur, the only thing Luke can't remember.

The funeral was small, only Noah's closest friends. They all cried and shared memories of him. Luke was silent, staring off.

When everyone left he got up, walking to the grave stone.

"Goodbye my almost lover," he whispered, eyes burnt with tears. "I love you. Always."

And when you left, you kissed my lips

You told me you would never, never forget

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