Nick And Charlie Link

I’m an idiot. No, I’m worse. I’m a coward. The day I walked away, I didn’t go home. I walked to the beach. I sat on the cold sand and I thought about every second I’ve known you.

It started on a drizzly Tuesday in Form. Nick, the Year 11 golden retriever of Truham Grammar School, with his broad shoulders and sun-touched hair, sat down at the desk next to Charlie’s. Charlie, the quiet, curly-haired Year 10 boy who had been outed a year prior and was still learning to take up less space, froze. Nick and Charlie

I’m not asking you to take me back. I’m asking you to let me show you I can be the person you deserve. I’m an idiot