This day when the clock struck seven, Emery did not open his window because he did not want to be the hopeless boy who waits for his crush even when he knows he won't be there.
He had left football. Why would he come to jog in such a weather? Emery though gloomily. There was a part in him which didn't want Chris to leave the game because that meant not starting his day by looking at his sun.
Just when he was about to go to the bathroom to get on with his activities, his phone beeped making him stop.
I'm waiting
Read the text.
YOU ARE READING
January [BoyxBoy]
Short StoryFeatured on @lgbtq *** The month of bitter winds and coffee mugs, cold air and warm rugs, witnesses the journey of two lovers from across the road. One in a cold park, one in an open window. *** First Place Winner, Mystic Awards 2017 (Short Story) *...
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