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"The stolen glances, hands brushing, small smiles during hasty eye contact, admiring him while he did the things he loved, the reassurance during times of uncertainty, It's just the kind of person he is. He was."
One prestigious private school, known for it's elite batch of students. Two boys and a puzzling relationship unable to comprehend by many. Best friends? Roommates? Or more...?
QUEUE THE HARVEST MOON BY NEIL YOUNG
!!THIS FIC IS HEAVILY BASED ON THE DEAD POETS SOCIETY!!