Why do I feel this way about him?(BoyxBoy)

The Truth(end)

(Beck's pov)

It been three years now since Harley and I started dating, it was our sophomore year in college. I walked into the apartment looking for Harley. "Harley?" I called out from the living room looking around, when I left two hours ago for class he was saying he was going to take a bath before he had class tonight, so I decided I'd check the bathroom. I opened the door and my gut dropped. There In the bath covered in blood was Harley's body, tears filled my eyes as I saw the cut going up along his arm. The bath water was stained red and the razor on the floor, I fell to my knees balling my eyes out. "Harley... Why?" I whispered softly looking at his lifeless body, I got out my phone. Calling 911 to report his suicide, the police and ambulance showed up twenty minutes later. I was curled up on the couch crying, they couldn't get any words out of me because I was too shaken up from the sight. My dad walked in the door followed by Candice, they both looked to me and came running over to me. "Dad... Candice..." I cried as they both flung themselves on me crying, I hugged them balling as they carried the body out.

~present times~

"Now I'm here, thirty years later." I said talking to the reporter about my book. "I thought about changing the ending to be happy, you know where Harley and I finished out school and got married and then along the line something happened but what was the point? So many people already knew the truth. " I went on explaining as I looked at the photo of he and I from the ocean, the day we cleaned it up. "And you know what? This book here, thanks tot his book. I have finally come to the acceptance that my one true love was dead and gone. I've lived the past thirty years telling myself that any minute now he was going to walk through that door but here I am still holding onto the last bit of hope until now. " I grabbed the photo and held it tears rolling down my face, this picture was the happiest moment I had. "Every year on the exact date we always went to that beach and cleaned it up and here I am now still doing it in his memory. For your article, please us this photo." I requested finally removing the photo from the frame and handed it to the reporter. "I will sir." Lindsey said softly as she packed everything up and left.