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THE PRODIGAL

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Time 8h 47m

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I'm pretty sure I am dead.

I know what other people say about me. I know what they whisper about me, talking like they know crap. They know nothing. But to give you a little insight into who this story belongs to, here's what they say so far about me: brave, arrogant, a leader, funny, dependable, responsible, and probably handsome on the outside.

But on the inside? Huh, you probably would've seen a grave.

And I don't know which one is the real grave-where my heart lies, or where my feet are standing right now.

I felt the hot smoke enveloping and touching the inside of my throat before it was pushed back out of my mouth, and I couldn't take my eyes off the tombstone.

What a joke.

To be alive just to stay dead and be alive again.

To be lost and be found.

To leave and to return.All Rights Reserved

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SMARTBOOM - FORBIDDEN PASSION

"What are you doing in here?" Boom's voice. was low, clipped, but not loud enough to draw attention outside. Smart didn't answer. He stepped closer, then closer, and before Boom could retreat, Smart wrapped his arms around him from behind, slow, careful, but deliberate. Boom went rigid. His breath caught. Smart lowered his head just slightly, lips hovering near Boom's ear. "I just want to talk." Some ghosts don't haunt you. They wait for you to come back. ⚠️ Content Warning: 🔞 The story Contains mature themes, explicit content and references to a complex past. This is a story of emotional aftermath, forbidden love, and navigating trauma years later. All characters in the present timeline are adults. Reader discretion is strongly advised. After years of silence, Smart walks into a job interview hoping to forget the past but fate has other plans. One look at the man across the table is enough to bring it all rushing back. A name he thought he'd never hear again. A face he was never meant to see. A past neither of them has truly left behind. In a world built on secrets and appearances, what happens when buried truths start to resurface? And how do you protect what's forbidden... when it never stopped feeling right? Slow-burn | LGBTQ+ | Emotional healing | Forbidden past. Characters are fictional. Images used for visual inspiration only - no affiliation with the real individuals.