The third day.The window was closed.
What could it possibly be?
Did he shift places?
Did he grow uninterested?
Did someone catch him?
Did he fall sick?
Whatever it was, it had left a deep sinking feeling in a nineteen year old chest. His only moments of happiness in the entire day had been taken away.
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January [BoyxBoy]
Short StoryFeatured on @lgbtq *** The month of bitter winds and coffee mugs, cold air and warm rugs, witnesses the journey of two lovers from across the road. One in a cold park, one in an open window. *** First Place Winner, Mystic Awards 2017 (Short Story) *...