I like how this drabble inspired you to write this beautiful story.
These are my favorite parts:
Brian reached a hand out to wake him, but stopped short and lightly touched his hair instead. He’d just let him sleep a while.
This quiet moment filled with tenderness.
He got out of the car and walked around to lean against the bumper of the Jeep, watching the rain fall, trying not to remember that warm spring night or that radiant smile he hadn’t seen since. He tried not to remember the crack of the bat or the feel of blood pooling under his feet and under Justin’s head. And the harder he tried to forget, the more the memories flooded him. He scrubbed his face with his hands, wondering if he would ever forget.
and this made me cry a little. :(
Wonderful story, sad and beautiful, just what I love. ♥