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501 pages, Paperback
First published October 15, 2021
“It’s like you like being my own personal punching bag. It’s like you want me to hurt you.”
❝will and way. we’re a team. always.❞
a single nod.
a firm squeeze of my pinky.
then a whisper, a promise -
❝always.❞
i. kiss. him.
this boy.
my best friend.
i kiss him.
his eyes remain wide and unblinking, finally, finally locked on my own. our mouths are pressed together firmly. we’re chest to chest, heart to heart, and i wonder if his burns like mine.



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∘₊✧ ── "There’s an ocean of years separating us. Secrets and unspoken questions sluicing through the waves like grains of sand. And yet, it all falls away in this moment. This stretched out, heartbeat of a moment where I’m suddenly eleven years old again." ── ✧₊∘
∘₊✧ ── "Holy shit, Waylon’s singing. His voice is deep and gravelly as he goes on about things like sinking into my skin and knowing it’s real because now he can feel. And I know—I know he doesn’t actually mean me, but fuck if it doesn’t feel like he’s carving the words right into my poor, battered heart. As if the words are and always have been mine and mine alone, and everyone else in this bar is just background noise." ── ✧₊∘
∘₊✧ ── "“The sun will always rise again.” I shrug. “You just need to make it through the night. Take it day by day—moment by moment if you need to—until you reach the other side. Nothing lasts forever.”" ── ✧₊∘
∘₊✧ ── "That ache in him spoke to the ache in me. I didn’t stand a chance keeping him away. He creeped in, and now I can’t get him out. He’s there, like a thorn in my side, pulling at me—making me care." ── ✧₊∘
∘₊✧ ── "Where there’s a will, there’s a way." ── ✧₊∘
✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄☆⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧
My dad was right. I am a fucking waste.
☆
“It’s just...it’s hard for me to wrap my head around it. I didn’t know any different growing up. How can you be traumatized from something when it’s all you’ve ever known?”
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way, right?”
Nothing matters but us right now. This. Way and Will, Will and Way, and how it should have always been. Two halves of a fucking whole.
「 His fingers grab onto the back of my head, yanking me back by the hair. Through his teeth, right against my parted, panting mouth, he snarls, “I hate you.” I smile a sad, breathy smile against his bared teeth. “Show me.” 」
「 This is what I came back for. Not for answers. Not for closure. I came back to remember what it was like to be happy. To be whole. 」
「 “You deserve to be loved, Waylon James. More than anyone I know. I want to kill him for making you doubt that.” 」
「 “We were always going to end up here, weren’t we?” My voice is barely above a whisper.
He shrugs. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way, right?” He smirks knowingly. “Kind of inevitable, wouldn’t you say?” I huff through my nose and look down.
“More like doomed.”
He flicks my nose. “Buzz kill.”
I grip the back of his skull, and pull him toward me, pressing my forehead to his. “Cheesy.”
He smiles against my lips. “Grumpy.”
“Hopeless,” I breathe into a soft kiss.
More.
All I want is more more more. 」
「 “Then one day, it was your smile I was noticing,” he says faintly, face scrunching up as his eyes dart to the pinched corners of my lips. “What it did to me...I never knew a smile could make me feel so full. Like I was worth something. Like I mattered. And I remember wanting to see it as often as possible.” He chuckles, and it’s raw and it’s watery and it’s everything. 」
「Because no matter how well-adjusted I may be—no matter how goddamn proud I am to be who I am—there’s still this knot in my throat that forms anytime I have to correct someone when they ask me if I have a girlfriend. It’s a feeling that never goes away completely. That deeply ingrained sense of wrongness—otherness—that rears its ugly head every time I have to tell someone I like guys. Every time they’re caught off guard.」