Paul Zhy

Yeah, I would say it could be a moot point if Tyler and Peter were truly in love, if they were, it would be a messy kind. As for Daniel, it could be love or it could be gratitude of sorts. What happens in the future will tell

Don't want to act as a devil's advocate, but without her there might have been no story to tell hehe, she played an instrumental part in pushing Tyler and Peter together...

Thank you very much! I hope I'll be even prouder of the next part 🥹

I am drawing, but this time it's not Tyler. Even if he still occupies all my thoughts and dreams, it's not Daniel, whose tender smile was giving me warmth when I needed it the most. It's not Luna, whose friendship turned out to be nothing more than an arrangement of convenience. The eyes I draw are not Tyler's amber or Daniel's blue. They are grey, they are mine. The color of cold steel or rain or boredom. It could be used to describe anything negative. The stormy expression is a perfect re

I'm alone in the auditorium. Everyone left, but I stayed because I felt the spark of inspiration, and I had to capture it. Sometimes ideas come and go, and I need to anchor them in my sketchbook. I'm so engrossed in this process that I almost miss the door clicking. I turn and see Tyler entering the room. He takes a chair from the nearby desk and puts it under the doorknob, locking the door. He strides to me, his face an unreadable mask, but I know him well enough to see the rage bubbling u

Thank you! There's a couple more twists ahead

I'm so mad I didn't come up with this twist myself ughhhh

Thank you! Pete is not a sociopath, he's heartbroken. Please don't judge my son, he's just a human 🥺

I wake up the next morning to an empty bed. I only have hazy memories of Dan and I having sex last night. I don't remember what I was saying, but there was this one moment where I wanted to leave. I then realized I didn't want to be just like Tyler after we did it the first time. So I stayed. Making Dan feel so used after he gave me everything I wanted would be a dick move. We cuddled, and I fell asleep in his arms. There may have been some pathetic crying involved. I really hope he isn't g

I wipe away my tears and step outside. It's ironic how the weather reflects my mood right now: dark, ominous clouds covering the whole sky, gusty wind bending the trees. For a second, I hope a flood begins and washes me into oblivion. My wish is granted almost immediately and it starts to pour. Thunder rumbles nearby. I’m not scared, though. A dark part of me hopes that a lightning bolt strikes me down and ends all of my misery. It doesn't, though, so I just trudge forward. I don't even rem

The crowd erupts all around me, the noise deafening. Tyler just scored. I guess our short trip the previous day gave him a boost of energy. We drove for hours, joking, taking pictures, and singing. I forced him to learn the lyrics to my song. It was fun. The less fun part was him making me go watch his soccer match, but the great boyfriend I am, I came to support him. Initially, I was daunted by the idea of spending two hours looking at twenty guys kicking a ball; nothing’s more boring to

True. She might appear carefree, but she does care about Tyler. And what she asked for backfired. She deserves pity, unless she does something bad in the future...

Peter did lose his friend, but he might have gained much more...

It was all written in the stars. Peter couldn't fight the gravity of this temptation.

Thank you, for a newbie author this praise means a lot As for Luna, what she has done so far is problematic, indeed, but give her the benefit of the doubt. She might have done the worst thing already. Or she hasn't...we'll see