the recovery project [2]

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aidan

he stands in alleyway, waiting for everett. his heart is beating out of his chest, but he rubs his hands repeatedly against his thighs to soothe himself.

"aidan," everett emerges from the streets, cream-colored scarf hanging loosely around his neck. his cheeks are flustered pink, and he looks beautiful despite the dreary day.

"can we... can we stop being friends?" he asks, hand itching to touch blonde locks.

everett grips aidan by the collar and kisses him until he can't remember his name.