As the morning sun peeps through the windows in curiosity, I notice him stir around next to me, his head still on my shoulder, his hand on my waist. I look back at him as his eyes reflect the suns rays against mine. And through his eyes, I remember where this all started, that fateful week in our sophomore year in high school.
"Good morning," I whisper in his ear. He responds with a soft kiss, that transports me back to that week in high school, the week out lives came tumbling down around each other, but through the ruble, providing us the building blocks for our life that we made together.
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Bro/ken
RomanceStephen is a straight 16 year old boy, or so he thought, until he catches feelings for someone he could never be with, his best freind Thomas. Join theese two as they try to figure out the jigsaw that is young love in a chronologically mixed up stor...
