Euphoria

prologue: what's so bad about love?

for those who kept up with me on here a few years ago, you know this is a reupload.

"Euphoria" is a completed work undergoing major revisions. a good chunk of the story won't be the same because i have to cut out TWO criminals, so bear with me 😭 ts is actually so crazy to me. the two groups mentioned in this story both have a former member in prison.

ANYWAY be patient with me while i work on getting this story redone. to all readers, new and old, i hope you enjoy the story!

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Finding the love of one's life entails many hardships. It was a given, and that much he knew. What he also knows is that he's already too far gone to just play it cool.

It's becoming increasingly harder to hide it. He downplayed it for as long as he could. Or rather, he tried to. Shrugging off insinuations that would lead to him exposing that he thought...hoped...prayed would just go away.

He doesn't want to feel this way. It's wrong.

Isn't it?

He thinks to himself, "What's so bad about love?" It's just love.

Love, the feeling that makes you feel other emotions and in the end, it isn't so bad. No, not at all.

He loves the idea of love.

Just not when it concerns him...

And his best friend.