There are SO many more roads I could have taken, so many threads I could follow, but some of them I just have to let go or the story would go on and on. There will definitely be another book that will pick up some things, like the youth centers etc, but I'm thinking of writing it from Jay's pov so it will have a slightly different slant. We'll still follow Drew and the boys but from the outside looking in. An interesting switch, I think
Amara is much stronger than he might appear. He is also the practical one whose mind will go straight to the practical arrangements and how things will actually work.
I have loved writing about these two boys (and Drew and Jay, of course) It will be hard to say goodbye but I already have an idea for more in the future.
Oh definitely learned from experience. I can't imagine life with Jay is all sweetness. They're mischievous. Drew has been very rigid in the past and Ceriann's free spirit has rubbed him up the wrong way. Now he's relaxing he is not so out of his depth with her.
Thank you. Getting used to any new situation is challenging, and Drew is giving up all he ever knew, but he has something better to take his mind off it
Everything comes to an end eventually, but they've had their breathing space, their moment of peace and that will give them more ability to cope with real life...hopefully. There isn't enough story left to delve too deeply into what comes next as far as fame and fortune and Drew's adaptation is concerned. I would have liked to go down that route but this story could easily go on and on and on and I think it needs an ending. Besides, I have an idea to pick up with Jay's perspective. They need their own story and this can be woven into that.
Sadly, there's not much more story to progress. I really don't want to spend too much time on Henley because frankly he doesn't deserve it. There is some more story to tell so it won't end here but there's not much further to go
Drew will absolutely make sure his boys are taken care of in whatever way they need. Both boys need a lot of help. Of the two, I think Amara will recover far sooner than Aria whose issues go much deeper. Even though he appears to be the more open he takes everything to heart and struggles with all kind of things, like his trauma over being locked in the boot, and the whole gender issue not to mention that he still has to come to terms with the fact that he's open with his sexuality after years of feeling like there was something wrong with him and having to hide it .
I can't believe I've been so remiss in answering comments. Slap on the hand for me. I think Anna did recognize them, and maybe that's why she commented in the first place. She's a cool cucumber though.
“Their name’s, Jay,” Drew whispered as he passed Rhidian.
“What?”
“Just remember they’re a they and not a he.”
“Oh. Yes. Grandma said. I didn’t think…”
“No, I bet you didn’t.”
“Hang on, Uncle Drew.” Drew paused. “Is he? I mean are they…um…” Rhidian blushed, his freckles slowly disappearing as the colour infused his fair skin.
“They don’t have a boyfriend, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he said, smiling. Then his smile faded. “I’m not trying to warn you off, but they’re
Aria cried when Amara told him he wasn’t going on tour. Not gently, but huge, wracking sobs that shook his body so violently Drew was concerned he would hurt himself.
“Aria,” Amara said, his voice anguished, “why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say you were feeling like this? I would have cancelled the tour ages ago.”
“I know, and…and th-that’s why. I know th-that touring is your…your li-life. I…wouldn’t sp-spoil that, but I…you…I thought…and…I can’t…”
“Ssh. You’re so silly. Touri
Drew walked slowly along the cliff path, his fingers laced with Amara’s. Despite it being early December, the weather was mild, and the bright blue sky was clear of clouds. Far below, the sea twinkled turquoise with dark patches where the reef was almost visible through remarkably clear water.
Somewhere down there, Aria was playing in the sea with Jay and Ceriann. He wondered how cold the water was. He had no illusions, given the time of year, that no matter how blue the sky was, the water w
My son much prefers his camera to his phone although it's digital not film.
You're right about the gift. To some it's a villa, to them it's freedom, and god knows Lady Jane can afford it.