Glass Closet

*He was not hiding. He was breaking.*

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Eli doesn't speak much. He doesn't cry, doesn't smile, and doesn't let anyone get close-not really. But every day, he walks the halls like a ghost with skin, hiding behind sarcasm, headphones, and the sleeves that never roll up. Because the truth? He's not just closeted-he's cracked.

Jordan is light. Not the blinding kind, but the kind that waits by the door. The kind that doesn't ask, doesn't push, just exists quietly until someone dares to reach for it. And something about Eli makes him want to stay a little longer in the shadows, just in case.

This isn't a love story. Not yet.
It's a story about survival first. About secrets written in scars and truths trapped behind glass walls. About the ache of hiding and the hope that, maybe, someone will notice before it's too late.

And when the glass finally shatters-will it be too loud for love to survive?

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