Johnson had stared at him the whole time barely blinking, watching with fascination as tears rolled down his former prisoners face. As Joshua left the witness box to return to his seat the foul man whispered to him. “I always knew I’d find someway of making you cry sweetness.”
As Joshua reached the bottom step a well-dressed man in his thirties approached him .
“Mr. Chasez, my name is Gabriel. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for what you endured at Utopia. I had no idea that you were there against you will.”
The brunette smiled sadly. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” he said as he walked towards the car.
“Thank you for what you did for James - I mean Lance in there. If I had just left my office ten minutes earlier.” The older mans voice cracked.
“It’s not your fault.”
“I loved him you know. From the moment I saw him standing in front of that panel, when he skipped out on that Saturday night, I knew I loved him. I had set wheels in motion to buy him out of his contract with Utopia; I was going to ask him to move in with me. Be my lover.” The five men walked away in silence knowing that there was no more that could be said as the wind whipped around them.
The End.