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  1. ChromedOutCortex
    This is what took Liam off-guard. On one hand, he thinks of Adrian as a "child" -- someone that's too young, still has his life ahead of him. Maybe what happened at the bar has clouded his thoughts? But Adrian isn't a child, he's a grown man and knows what he wants - but what's the point of pushing if the other person isn't willing to even consider?
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    Thank you!!!
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    He is a little dense, isn't he.
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    We still hadn’t put a name to whatever we were doing. We didn’t even really talk about it. We just did things together. We went on hikes. We grabbed dinner. He started coming over after Sunday swims, under the excuse of “protein and carbs” before the week began. Sometimes we sat on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder, watching something neither of us really cared about. Sometimes we just talked, letting the hours slide by without noticing. If someone had asked, I would’ve said we were frien
  5. ChromedOutCortex
    Seconded. Absolutely hate sprouts and am indifferent about kale.
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    That, I can go for.
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    The notification sound cut through the silence of my bedroom like a knife. Then another. And another. By the time I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, it was vibrating continuously, a stream of messages flooding my lock screen faster than I could process them. My stomach dropped before I even understood why. u seeing this???? omg Marcus I'm so sorry don't go to school tomorrow wtf Hunter is such an asshole I sat up, my heart hammering against my ribs. Hunter. My
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    Marcus Bennett's life shattered when he was outed in high school. Finally, he finds healing and builds a chosen family with his roommate and their friends. Years later, Marcus has rebuilt his life. As he builds a future with Andrew, his friendship with James deepens into something unspoken, leaving Marcus torn between the life he's created and feelings he's afraid to acknowledge. Then a piece of mail reveals a devastating truth. Marcus must confront demons he thought he'd escaped and decide: run away again—or fight back. A story about trauma, healing, and learning that those who hurt us most can be the ones we never see coming.
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    That is so sweet! I remember when my daughter was born, and we'd dote over her - our son was so jealous! He'd pout but was too young to really understand. He, of course, grew out of it and understood that we didn't love her more but she was just so tiny and needed more attention. They both got all the love we could give them. 💕
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    I like romance... bromance? I hope he's past that! 🤣💕
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    In the weeks that followed, something unexpected settled into place-a rhythm. Not official, not discussed. Just… there. Saturday mornings were still for the cycling club: same early alarm, same ritual-coffee, gear, checking the weather twice, questioning my life choices, showing up anyway. The only difference now was that when I pulled into the lot, I caught myself scanning for one person in particular. Adrian. He didn’t always arrive early, but when he did, he carried that same b
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    Thank you so much... definitely a labor of love. I hope you stay to read Alex and Adam's story. 🙂
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    Journey Home follows Adam as he returns to Vancouver after fifteen years with his new partner, Alex. Haunted by Jamie, his deceased boyfriend, Adam confronts his unresolved grief, especially during an emotional visit with Jamie’s parents, who still cherish him as family. Through flashbacks, reunions with old friends, and Alex’s steady presence, Adam learns that loving again doesn’t erase the past, it honors it. To move forward, he must gently release Jamie, not from his heart, but from the frozen space he’s guarded for so long. Grief doesn’t vanish; it transforms. And love, even new love, needs room to breathe beside loss.
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    Months slipped by after the family left. Life settled into its rhythm, long shifts at the hospital, quiet evenings in my apartment, and more and more often, Alex. He’d become a steady voice in my week, the kind of friend who showed up without needing an invitation. Coffee breaks turned into dinners, and dinners sometimes stretched into long walks where he talked about his plans, his dreams, his worries. Sometimes, as I listened, I caught myself thinking how natural it felt. Too natural. And
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    Kale - Totally agree with you. I've tried crisped kale chips once? Seriously... how can anyone eat that?! Oh and Brussels sprouts? Brains. They will always remind me of brains. 🧠
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    The question lodged somewhere in my chest. “Lunch plans?” I asked, aiming for casual. “Something like that,” Adrian said as we stepped out of the change room, hair still damp, towels slung over our shoulders. “There’s a bar a few blocks from here I’ve been meaning to try.” The word landed harder than it should have. Bar. For a split second, the memory of stale beer, too-loud music, and that night I walked out feeling older than I’d ever felt in my life flashed through my mind. My shoul
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    This was so damn cute, I had to post it... From Reddit. Love how he stands on his tippy-toes to give him a kiss. ☺️ The post references these shows: School Trip: Joined a Group I'm Not Close To (special episode 1) The Heart Killers Share House That Summer Black and White Is Real Naughty Babe Our House Party My Golden Blood To My Shore (BTS)
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    I got home just after one, but instead of pulling into the driveway I kept going, letting the car drift toward the park Kevin and I used to escape to on warm evenings when it felt criminal to stay indoors. Back then, we’d sit on a bench, share cheap takeout, and try to outguess the sunset. Today the air had a sharper edge. Early fall. The sun still shone, but the warmth was thinner, the shadows longer. The park was busy in that end-of-season way: families clinging to the last vestiges of su
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    Weeks passed. I didn’t see Adrian at the gym. He didn’t come back to the cycling club. It should have been a relief. No more coincidences. No more unsettling familiarity. No more feeling like the universe was playing some elaborate joke at my expense. But the absence settled strangely. It left a small, irritating hollow space I didn’t want to examine too closely, like a missing tooth my tongue kept finding. I told myself it was nothing. I had no crush on him. I
  20. ChromedOutCortex
    Thank you for the kind words, William. I try really hard to make my stories as realistic as possible... trying to put myself in each characters shoes and wonder how a life lived through them would feel like. I really appreciate you taking the time to read!
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    Alex and I met regularly, if you call every few weeks regular. Work was just too busy, and I needed to be there. It went on like this for years, we slowly became inseparable. In that time he had a few boyfriends, but nothing ever seemed to work out for him. Lucky in life, but unlucky in love? But I didn't want anything more than him being just a friend. I wasn't ready for anything more. In what seemed like I’d never get time away from the ER, I was finally able to get a few days off. M
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    By my third year in Vancouver, I’d stopped needing the tiffins. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate them, Aunty Farida’s buttery lentils, Aunty Naseem’s stuffed paratha, Aunty Rehana’s vegetable curry, they’d kept me alive in those first fragile months and it felt like home for years. But one Sunday, as I unpacked another steaming container, I realized something: I wasn’t just eating to survive anymore. I wanted to cook. To fill my kitchen with the smell of cumin toasting in oil, to roll my
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    Christian didn’t get home until after 8 p.m. These shifts were brutal. He moved through the apartment like a ghost, quiet footsteps, muffled zippers, the soft thud of his boots by the door. Henry was waiting at the kitchen table, a bowl of reheated stew in front of him, a book open but unread. “Hey,” Henry said, looking up. “Made something special for you. Come sit.” “Thanks,” Christian said, dropping into the chair across from him. He looked exhausted in a way that went beyond ti
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    It happened on a Thursday. Maria had gone downstairs to finish the laundry. I was at the office, trying to pretend everything in my life wasn’t crumbling. Kevin, stubborn as always, tried to get up to grab something from his dresser. He misjudged. His right leg gave out. He collapsed. He hit the corner of the nightstand on the way down. Maria heard the thud, and came up running. Seeing Kevin on the floor, she immediately called 911. The dispatcher walked her t
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    Yeah... sorry about that mix-up. My bad for naming two stories so similarly! Both racist for different reasons. 😞
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