An evening, two playing a game of basketball— and the boy coming back alone.
What follows is a life shaped by quiet endurance: grief folded inward, desire hidden between careful gestures, love practiced in whispers. Years later, when the possibility of living openly brushes against him like light through a cracked door, he must decide whether it is safer to remain unseen — or braver to be known.
Warning: Although the whole plot, jokes, scenes and thoughts are mine, I used a lot of help from AI. I might go through the whole story and rewrite it myself for now my apologies.
