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Idle hands were the devil’s workshop, or that was what his mother used to say.
Whenever he wasn’t busy, his brain was working, and not in ways that were helpful to him.
Not.
Even.
Close.
Thankfully, he had so much to do, starting with picking out tombstones, and making the appointment to get his parent’s bodies released from the local authorities.
Later this week, he was going to get his father’s title of nobility and there was a memorial party planned for his parents.
It was for friends and family, so they could say their last goodbyes before they were buried on the grounds beside Hemmingway.
And he didn’t want to do any of it.
None.
At.
All.
What he wanted was to go back to the United States, leaving all of this behind so that he could have a chance at life, but he had a duty…
And it crushed him.
The weight of the world was on his shoulders, and Poe didn’t know how to carry it.
ALONE.
Back in the United States, Poe had left the most amazing of men who he’d chosen to walk away from. By now, he’d gotten the letter and hated his guts for disappearing. Yeah, there was no doubt that Poe was dead to him.
And that crushed him too.
He hadn’t heard a peep from him, and he didn’t blame Gamble. If he’d pulled this, despite the reasons why, he’d be incredibly hurt.
No.
He’d be devastated.
That bridge was burned, and he knew that there was no way that he’d get lucky enough for the man to forgive him for this.
No.
Freaking.
Way.
And he also knew that he’d find love with someone who wouldn’t hurt him like this. Gamble wouldn’t wait because he was a catch.
Poe had fucked up spectacularly.
Now, as he stood there, the mist was covering the ground, and the cooler air had caused dew to appear on the grass.
Never in his life had Poe felt so utterly alone in his chosen world.
It staggered him.
