the bends
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life is grief. life is pain. they are everything else. A slow, queer, literary story about friendship, longing, and the quiet ache of staying alive after loss. Told in fragments. Told in breath. Told in all the words they never say out loud. ©2025 NICHOLAS BROWN
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I sat behind him on his motorcycle. At that moment, all I wanted was to hold him in my arms and absorb every bit of his pain. He acted as if nothing had happened and drove in silence. I slowly started moving my hands towards his body, and suddenly, my control snapped and the pent-up feelings burst free. I gripped his back, my face burried into his shoulder as the sobs tore loose from my chest. He froze for a second, then gently tapped on my fingers wrapped around his waist, and went back to driving without saying a word. Author's note: Hey! This is the first part of a three-part series. This is going to be a slowburn love story, so buckle up. AND DISCLAIMER REMEMBER THERE IS OTHER PARTS TO THIS 🫣 ... Thank you for reading 🌸🥺 ~ I don't own the pictures used in this story ~emi

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