" How do you start a story? Maybe by simply saying 'Once upon a time...' or 'In a far off place 'Yea that's how most would but not me. In fact the story happened so fast it gives me whiplash thinking about how my first love became more than my best friend thru trauma. Our story really doesn't have a clear beginning,all I can say is we have known each other for a long time. It starts with us as babies, and no not just any babies but in the womb not yet born. Who would have guessed I would have to spend my life dreading the day I was born or should I say we, Before you jump to conclusions no we are not brothers just really close friends. Our moms have been best friends since Junior high,so of course we were destined to meet each other. But living together is another story. Our moms have always been close, when my dad died my mom had to raise such a hellion of a child alone which was too much for one mother to bare,which is how we met again. It had been 16 years,You would think he would remember me,but i guess the memories of me were buried so deep.
Because of one unlucky night,everything changed."
Little did I know my time with him would be the most chaotic time of my entire existence,how do you tell your childhood best friend who has no memory of you and your forever promise that you love him when he shuts out the entire world for unknown reasons.
How do you stay by his side when he himself can't accept that two broken souls were always fated to meet.How do you fix yourself and love your better half when you can't keep shit together.
"I like you Gulf...I kept my promise...it has always been you", his raspy voice sending an echo into my head,making me tremble and fall onto the ground and my once clear vision had gone black. [Oh yea did I forget to mention we are both guys}
Warning-May cause trauma and may not be written well,considering this is my first story,enjoy the possessive and clingy mew,while learning about traumatizing details. You have been warned
"It was eerie even thinking about him after that day, knowing that it was all my fault that he was gone, that I'd lost him forever. Never again would I look into those beautiful blue eyes, or wake up beside him. I'd never have breakfast with him again, I'd never do anything with him again, because he was dead, and it was all my fault. I killed him."
(1st book in the FM Trilogy)