While I Wasn't There [BoyxBoy]
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Complete, First published Oct 17, 2013
Quincy Faulkner's whole life was turned completely upside down just before his twelfth Christmas. Going from happy-go-lucky, innocence to harsh reality check was a huge shock. He learned to grow up fast after his parents were murdered at their neighbor's house, his best friend being the only one who survived. In the following four years Quincy took it upon himself to mature quick and care for his best friend, Kip. But no matter how much Quincy loves Kip the fact remains; his friend is suicidal. Not knowing how to help someone in their time of need takes its toll. Will he be able to help Kip recover? Will he be able to stay strong enough for the both of them? And will his feelings ever be realized? Only time can tell...

[[Completed on March 24th, 2015]]
[[Unedited]]

CONTENT WARNING:
THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES.
• CORSE LANGUAGE • SEXUAL CONTENT •  GRAPHIC VIOLENCE • HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS • DARK THEMES • SELF-HARM •
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