Tell Them I existed

Some love stories begin with a kiss.
This one begins with a dare...
and ends too soon.

Hat and Ron are not heroes.
They are boys made of bruises and breath, stitched together by humiliation, devotion, and a darkness that chooses them long before they choose each other.

Hat is the boy who would rather bleed than disappear.
Ron is the boy who would rather break than feel nothing at all.
Together, they learn that pain can sound like a hymn...
and love can taste like Latin whispered against trembling skin.

But the book that binds them wants more than their obedience.
It wants their fear.
And it wants you the reader to witness every sin carved into their shadows.

Read this if you crave love born from shared wounds.
Read it if hymns feel like curses, if Latin feels like a spell,
if you want a story that stares back at you.

Because Tell Them I Existed isn't just about Hat and Ron.
It's about the part of you that recognizes them.

And once you open the book,
it will not let you leave unchanged.