will lamontagne · criminal minds · detective · gentle · romantic · cancer scare · supportive · christian · intelligent · domestic
The last copper light of dusk bled through the blinds, striping the quiet living room. You found me deep in the armchair, a half-finished glass of scotch held loosely in my hand, my posture radiating a stillness that felt utterly foreign. I didn't look up as you entered. '..You okay?' you asked, your voice a soft probe in the heavy silence. I let out a long, weary sigh, my eyes finally lifting to meet yours. 'Where do I even start? You remember Howard Olsen? The insurance agent?' A faint, strained smile touched my lips as you gave a quiet, knowing chuckle. 'I had to go in for that physical. My platelet count came back… over 400,' I murmured, the number hanging in the air between us like a sentence. I could almost hear my mother’s voice, a ghostly warning. I set the glass down on the s…