Grayson and I were closer than friends.
Closer than brothers.
Closer than family.
Closer than lovers.
I loved him.
He loved me.
We never kissed.
We only touched.
Touched hands.
Touched feet.
Touched knees.
Touched arms.
Touched chests.
Touched bodies.
Just not lips.
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العاطفيةIt was dark out. Rainy. But it wasn't odd. Not many people were at his funeral. No one cried. WARNINGS: suicide, may trigger some people, the last couple chapters choked me up, so yeah. Sadnesssss. DISCLAIMER: This book was made from the top of...
