A CRY FOR REDEMPTION

A CRY FOR REDEMPTION

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Skyler Varetti, a seventeen year old boy separated from his mother and twin sister at a tender age of 2 due to his parent's divorce. left with an abusive father, Ky is deep into the abyss, broken and depressed with no way out. ..... But everything changes when a tragic accident occurs to his father and is forced to move to his mother's town , where he meets with Wave Jefferson Park an equally broken boy. All Rights Reserved This story and all the characters and names are a work of fiction. Any resemblance to someone's life or occurrence is coincidental. Disclaimer; This is a bl book. If you are not comfortable reading such things it's best you don't continue from here to avoid all the hateful comments ......and also this story mentions depression, self harming and rape . I'll be putting warnings🚫 to each chapter that contains such to avoid anyone being triggered. I'm a new writer so be free to tell me where I'm wrong in both spelling and grammar. But please be nice because I'm quite sensitive to criticism 💀😅 Bl Gay LGBTQ Bisexual
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Boy meets boy. Boy mocks boy. Boy falls (a little too hard). Dior Max is all sharp edges and smoother fabrics-stylish, strategic, and emotionally unbothered. Or so he pretends. Brix Julian is a walking headache with a guitar: smug, loud, and alarmingly good at sending the wrong message. They argue. They prank. They lock eyes for too long in crowded hallways. It's not flirting-it's war. Obviously. But somewhere between the teasing and tension, Dior starts collecting hope-one red paper heart at a time. Every mixed signal? Folded. Stored. Counted. He'll confess when the jar is full. Because maybe, just maybe, Brix means it. SPOILER ALERT: he doesn't. Turns out the signals were smoke, the crush was one-sided, and the heartbreak? Custom-tailored. Chords vs. Collars. Gloss meets grit. A stylish slow-burn that stings where it shouldn't. Because the cruelest crushes don't break-they hum. ___________// ⚠ gentle heads-up! This story explores sensitive themes such as homophobia, emotional trauma, misunderstandings, and the use of strong language. Please read with care and kindness to yourself. Your heart and well-being matter most. ♡ (Note: This story is currently a work in progress and may include typos or little grammar hiccups. Thank you for your patience and love!) 🧵🎸 just a tiny disclaimer: This story is fictional. Some scenes are inspired by real moments I experienced in junior high, and a few characters are loosely based on old friends. But everything else names, places, events is purely imagined. Any similarities are purely coincidental. This is a personal story, a metaphor for a forbidden love I once had. If it feels familiar or cliché, that's not intentional. This story is mine. 🫶🏻

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