Yes.  His eyes welled up and he nodded slowly his voice quivering.  I told you that it did not matter that my father disowned me that you were my windmill and nothing else was important.  A small smile formed on his lip.  Did you ever think that my homophobic father would do all this for us?  He motioned around the room.

The heart always triumphs over the weaker mind.  Your father loves you  She swallowed hard.  This was the part that was always the hardest, she had to force out the words he desired, despite the fact that she had not uttered them to anyone since her mother.  I love you.  It came out with conviction; she said them for the dying man, not for herself and it made her heart ache at her lie. 

Anthony grinned and used all his strength to reach his hand up and cup her cheek.  Jack, I never thought that I could love with as much passion as I do you.  He gave her a weak smile letting his arm drop back to the bed, slightly disturbing the I.V.   I want you to read to me todayTell me the tales of the boy who lost his shadow I feel as if I have lost mine and would like to fly. 

The rest of the time passed quickly enough and Shane was relieved by his father.  The sick frail man had already fallen into a drug induced sleep and the older man silently took Shanes chair.  He placed his old thick hand in the pale thin hands of his son and watched as his only childs chest would rise and fall.  I told you he was doing better today, I heard you reading him Peter Pan.  The man turned to Shane and smiled He always liked the idea of being a boy foreverI guess he gets to have that at least. 

Her fingers ran through her hair and she cocked her head in the direction of her escape, as if asking for permission.  Being in this room drained her as if the dying being was stealing her very essence in order to survive another painful day.  She was bitter at her need to be far away from the young man, but she hated watching his fate.  Mr. Shelton?