“Hold your tongue! Don’t use that name! Pack your things and go; I don’t want you here one instant longer.” A cold stone in the heart. That was how it felt. There wasn’t much to pack. When it was done, I went down the hill and stood for a moment by Evan’s grave. I could barely tell where the earth had been disturbed. It would not be long before every sign was gone. “Farewell, friend,” I whispered.
Enemies to lovers is back on the menu, boys
