Prologue

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


This is a typical plot of a BL story. It's what you'd expect: I met him on a summer night during my last year of high school. He was standing under a street lamp, the synthetic lighting bouncing off his bright blonde hair. I remember catching my breath. That night, under the stars and light, by an old cemetery, with ice cream melting in my hand, I stared at this man who seemed like a god through my rose-tinted glasses. This one random encounter changed my life forever. Not necessarily in a good way, but I'll tell my story to anyone who wants to listen. 


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