You were a good friend of his. In class, whenever there was a partner project, you two would join together since you both knew the other would do his or her work. It was a great system in sophomore year, but you both were juniors now and only shared one class: gym.
You saw the look in his eyes, and gasped. There was so much sadness in them, and it seemed like he was telling you a message –
Help me.
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Good Boys
Short Story"Boys can't get raped." "Boys can't cry." Some people just don't know. [ 2017 ]
