Can two broken hearts be healed?
Duke Michelson lost his husband and high school sweetheart, Emilio. He buries himself with work but nothing seems to heal his broken heart not until he meets Dashiell Mitchell.
Dashiell "Dash" Mitchell also has a b...
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My heart still breaks after a year, it crumbles slowly like dry sand, the slit hasn't fully healed since he left me. A year ago my husband was killed by a drunk driver, he was killed on impact. I was cooking dinner for us that night, his favorite rotisserie chicken with mashed potatoes and vegetables. I got the call from an unknown number. I knew something was wrong because he was late, an hour late to be exact. I remember the words from the unknown called.
"I'm sorry to tell you this but your husband has died in a car accident."
My body froze and my heart began to bleed crimson blood. I held the phone in a death grip until heard the voice again.
"Sir, are you there?"
He was gone. My life partner was gone. My soulmate vanished from existence. I was alone.
Emilio Michelson was my everything. He had a heart of gold and I was lucky to have found him in high school, senior year to be exact. He was the captain of the football team and he was fully out to the whole school. I was the awkward kid that held a notebook to write a story idea whenever it popped in my head. I loved writing about romance. It was the closest I would ever have to a romantic relationship.
One day Emilio approached me while I wrote in my notepad. He sat in front of me and asked what I was doing? I remember the exact day that happened.
*SENIOR YEAR*
I enjoyed sitting by myself. I didn't make friends, well it was more acquaintances. But I was a loner. I didn't feel I belonged in high school, it was come to school, learn, and leave. My best friends were my mom and dad, we did everything together and that was all I needed until I met Emilio, the hunky football player I would drool over, well quietly at least.
I was writing in my notebook about two best friends that fell in love but obstacles got in the way. I was deep in thought when I felt a tray was put in front of me. I glanced up and Emilio stood in front of me. His emerald eyes glowed at me while a curve formed on the corner of his lips. He hovered over me waiting for me to say something. "Hi," is all I said but my heart was pounding like a sledgehammer.
"Mind if I join you?" his deep voice radiated towards me making my skin erupt into goosebumps.
I studied him as he kept his sexy smirk. His black v-neck exposed his chiseled chest and his arms carved to perfection. His black-fitted jeans accentuated his muscular legs. I was more stunned that he was talking to me. I adjusted my glasses but still was silent.
"Hmm, I guess I'll sit somewhere else," he grabbed his tray.
