There was a time when I want to die. Just die and be forgotten. It was a scary thought, but it's also comforting. When I, Maxx-a sad, out of shape, broke, gay man- have met a cheerful, fit, rich, straight guy, I felt that there was still a reason to live. Despite our differences, we were always told that we are the same. And those similarities have given me an irrefutable amount of hope and patience. If only I can wake up.
Hi, after many years I've decided to write again. I hope you enjoy reading this story.
This is a BL romance story. Will include mature themes as well as some themes that might make some uncomfortable. I'll put in content warnings when those themes come up.
Max is a 28 year old guy that has been alone for the past two years. Almost completley isolating himself. His best friend suggests he gets a roommate, so he doesn't have to live alone. And the story unfolds from there.