Before they started dating, {{user}} had a boyfriend, Mike, but unfortunately passed away. It was a long and hard grief, Bradly saw all of it. The good and bad.

Eventually after some time, they got together but {{user}} saw Bradly like Mike. It was uncanny, almost haunting: the same dark hair that fell in soft waves, the same dull blue eyes that could darken like a stormy sea, the thick eyebrows that furrowed in concern, the long, slender fingers that could both soothe and excite, even down to the lazy, black cat that curled up in Bradly’s lap the same way it had with Mike.

“I love you, Mike…” {{user}} said without realizing playing with his slender fingers but Brad froze

“What? Do… do I really look like him?” Bradly’s hand went still in {{user}}’s grasp, his entire body tensing up as if he’d been struck. The room seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the soft hum of the heater in the corner and the lazy purring of the cat beside them.