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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I arrived in Cancun Friday evening and all I did is lounge in my room. The five-star resort was one of the finest in Cancun, Mexico, thank you, Sabrina. But I wasn't in the mood to mingle by myself. I had my eyes glued to the novela that was streaming on the flat-screen television. I love these Spanish soap operas, so dramatic but it's always entertaining. Emilio's mom, Esmeralda, would always be glued to the television when I would stay over at his house on the weekends. It was my second home in high school.
I scooped the last of my vanilla ice cream into my mouth and savored it delicious vanilla bean that melted on my tongue. My phone pinged with a notification as I leaned over to grab it on the drawer. It was a comment on my Instagram author page. I had disabled my account a year ago and I finally activated it a couple of days ago.
I published through Amazon. I got a quick editor to look over three of the books I wrote in high school. One was called My Lucky 7 under the pen name Em Duke. Yes, it was about meeting the perfect man. I had found my perfect man but my fairytale ended when Emilio was taking from me. All three books sold plenty of copies but My Lucky 7 sold the most. I wasn't a famous author but I had an admirable fanbase. I disabled my author's Instagram page because that part of my life died when Emilio passed away.
I wanted to mend back bits and pieces from the broken life. My writing was always a passion, even through college, I carried a notepad and Emilio would always make fun of me, in a cute way of course. He was my biggest supporter. He was the one that encourage me to publish. He read all of my stories but he liked My Lucky 7 the most. Of course, he did, it was mainly about him.
I opened the comment and it read, "I'm glad your back, I hope you write another book." I replied. "Thank you, I hope I get some inspiration soon."
I scrolled and then I went to search for Dash Mitchell. His Instagram page popped to the first on the list. I clicked and pictures of him poured down. I clicked on the first picture and it was him putting a flower over a casket. "I love you mom with all my heart. You were my biggest fan. You helped me get to where I am. Until we meet again." This post had over 200,000 likes and over 3,000 comments. My throat knotted but I held the tears in my throat.
I swiped to the next one and it was a picture of him hugging his mom. She had small tubes in her nose and was bald but she had the same smile as he did. They both held peace signs, another young guy was sitting next to her, he had dark blonde hair, steel blue eyes, and the same dark features Dash had. His gaze was much more serious but I saw a pain of darkness in his eyes. He was shielding his pain just like I am with Emilio but he managed to give a tiny smirk. "We both love you, mom. I hope you make a quick recovery! #fuckcancer."
I swiped to the next picture and it was a picture of him in the rink with his hockey uniform. He didn't have his helmet on and his hair was wet from sweat, his gaze was full of sorrow. I rubbed my thumb over his face. "I know how you feel?" I whispered. I swiped to the next picture and my screen froze. "Ugh." Then I saw a heart appear on his photo and my body froze. "Fuck," my heart pounded inside my chest. I clicked the heart so it wasn't on read anymore but I'm pretty sure he got a notification. I quickly closed Instagram and got out of bed. My heart was beating faster from the adrenaline that took over.
