"Aiden?" she murmured to herself, her gaze lingering on the boys. "Why does he look so much like Aiden?" As they disappeared into the distance, she began walking back to her car. The resemblance was shocking, and for some reason, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to find out if it was really him. Just as she reached for the door handle, about to instruct the driver to turn around and follow them, her phone rang. “Ma’am, we’ve found a suitable place for you to rest,” her manager said the moment she answered the call. “All right... I’ll head there now,” she replied calmly before ending the call after he told her where to meet. “Take me to the Luxe Hotel,” she instructed the driver. He nodded and started the car. As the vehicle moved, she couldn’t help but glance back, her eyes trailing the direction the boys had gone. Her heart felt heavy as the car sped away, leaving the area behind. She sighed deeply and rested her head against the seat. Memories of Aiden be
Stepping out of his room, Aiden froze when he saw Tristan leaning casually against his doorframe, arms crossed, as if he'd been waiting. "Don’t tell me you’re planning to avoid me now," Tristan said, his voice calm yet challenging. "I wouldn’t dare." Aiden muttered softly, looking away as if to hide his blush.Before he could say more, Tristan's hand slid to Aiden's wrist, pulling him closer until their noses almost brushed. The closeness made the air between them tense, charged. " What do you think about kissing right here?" Tristan teased, a playful glint in his eye. Aiden raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. But before he could respond, Tristan leaned in, pressing a quick, fleeting kiss to his lips. "I’d stay longer," Tristan murmured, "but I’ve got class... and a project due by noon." Aiden nodded, his gaze following Tristan. "I’ll head out first, then." As he reached the stairs, he turned back briefly, catching Tristan's eyes with a soft smile before giving a small
“What the hell is going on, Tristan?” Aiden’s voice was low and cold, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Tristan, who refused to meet his gaze. “I had no idea… I’m sorry,” Tristan muttered, barely audible as he bit his lip. “Aiden,” Rosie whispered, her voice trembling. “You shouldn’t blame your friend. He didn’t know who I was… I couldn’t tell him I’m your…” She paused, sniffing, struggling to finish her sentence. “Alright,” she continued hesitantly. “I came because I… I wanted to see you, Aiden. To explain. Please, just give me a chance, huh? I know it’s been so long…” “Sixteen years,” Aiden cut her off sharply, turning to face her fully. His voice was like a blade. “Sixteen years since you last saw me, and now you think you can just walk back into my life? Spare me the theatrics!” “Aiden, I’m sorry. Just let me explain—” Rosie’s voice cracked, but Aiden rose to his full height, towering over her, his presence intimidating. “Explain?” he spat, his tone razor-sharp. “Expl
— Sixteen years ago.The sun shone brightly over the wide field. Children ran and laughed as they played, their joy filling the air. Seven-year-old Tristan sat alone at the edge of the field, his head bowed as he traced shapes in the dirt with his finger. His long hair, tied in a single ponytail that hung down his back, gave him a delicate, almost girlish appearance. He preferred being by himself—always had.His aunt’s words from the day before echoed in his mind: “You’ll get used to it here. Just give it time.” But Tristan doubted he ever would. Even though his stay here wasn’t permanent, he couldn’t imagine this place ever feeling like home.As he focused on his drawings, a soccer ball rolled toward him, coming to a stop just in front of his feet. He looked up, his gaze shifting to the boy running toward him."Pass the ball," the boy said with a big smile. Tristan didn’t respond. He simply stared at the boy, then at the ball, making no move to pass it. Without waiting, the boy jog
—Sixteen years ago.Day after day, Tristan and Aiden became inseparable. Their bond grew stronger with every passing moment, as if they were unknowingly building a foundation for something that would last a lifetime. They did everything together, playing, talking, and exploring the little world around them.One quiet afternoon, Tristan sat alone in the sitting room, flipping through the pages of a book he wasn’t truly reading. His aunt entered with a tray carrying two plates of pasta primavera. She set them down on the table and sat beside him."Here’s your lunch," she said, handing him a plate.Tristan didn’t move to eat. His eyes shifted toward the door."Not hungry?" Belinda asked, raising an eyebrow."I’m waiting for Aiden," Tristan replied, setting the plate aside, causing Belinda to smile."You really like him, don’t you?" Tristan nodded, his face lighting up at the thought of his friend. Belinda chuckled and leaned closer, her tone playful. "Do you like him enough to marry h
— Present Day.Aiden sat upright on the bed as Tristan explained the whole event.His swollen eyes locked onto Tristan, the weight of everything finally sinking in. Tristan's words echoed in his mind, yet he couldn’t fully grasp their meaning—at least, not yet. "Since when did you know I’m 'that' Aiden?" Aiden’s voice was steady, though there was an underlying bitterness that was hard to ignore. He stared at Tristan, searching for some kind of answer, something that could explain the twisted situation they found themselves in. Tristan hesitated for a moment, looking as if the truth pained him. "From the start. From the moment I was transferred to our high school," he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor. "When Mom got engaged, I moved here. A month later, I found out. If I’d known earlier... maybe I would’ve tried to explain things to my mom... and to your Dad." Aiden’s expression hardened, a slow, controlled anger rising inside him. "You knew a month after being transferred
Kai was sprawled on his bed, scrolling through his phone, when a sudden knock echoed through the quiet dorm. He frowned, lifting a brow. He wasn’t expecting anyone."Who's there?" he called out lazily, but no reply came. The silence that followed felt odd. Sighing, he got up and went to the door. When he opened it, his expression softened slightly. Aiden stood there.Kai stepped aside without a word, letting Aiden in. He didn’t need to ask...something was clearly up."Sorry I came unannounced," Aiden mumbled as he walked straight to Kai’s bed and sat on it. His voice was low, almost defeated. After a pause, he added, "Can I spend the night?"Kai scoffed lightly, moving toward the small couch positioned near the bed. "Since when have you been asking for my permission?" He eyed Aiden carefully, noting his tired features, the slight redness in his eyes. "What happened? Cried too much? Is this about Tristan?"Aiden inhaled sharply but didn’t meet his gaze. "Please don’t ask..." he muttere
“It hurts… I’m in pain,” he whispered, his voice breaking as the sobs overtook him. “Aiden is so mad at me.”Belinda pulled him into a comforting embrace, gently patting his back as his tears soaked into her shoulder.Tristan hiccupped like a child, unable to hold back his sobs. After a moment, Belinda pulled away from the hug and cupped his face in her hands. She gently wiped his tears with her thumbs, her touch tender.She looked at him, her heart aching. This was the boy she had cared for most of his life, someone who felt like more than family to her. Seeing him so broken hurt in a way she couldn’t put into words.The last time she had seen him cry like this was sixteen years ago… when he was suddenly called home and didn’t get the chance to say a proper goodbye to Aiden.“What can I do to fix this?” she whispered, more to herself than to him.Tristan gently pulled her hands away from his face. “What can we do, Aunt? Mom’s already married to his dad. What are we supposed to do....
Aiden sat at the edge of the bed while Tristan perched on the reading table, both engulfed in silence, unsure of what to say. Tristan kept glancing at his phone, waiting for a call or text from his aunt to confirm her arrival, but nothing came. They had been away from home since morning, yet there was no news. "I'm worried, Tristan," Aiden muttered, breaking the silence and catching Tristan's attention. "I am too," Tristan admitted. "But I believe it will be okay." "What if Mom is still against it?" Aiden asked, his voice tinged with unease. Tristan looked up at him, his expression firm. "If that’s the case, I’ll have no choice but to go against her," he said quietly, placing his phone down. Just then, his phone buzzed. He picked it up to see his aunt's name flashing on the screen. Quickly, he swiped to answer. "Anything?" he asked, his voice tight with anticipation. "I'm sorry," his aunt replied, her voice apologetic. Tristan exhaled deeply, and Aiden immediately knew w
Brittany stepped out of her car and walked toward them, her face a mix of confusion and disbelief. Tristan and Aiden turned abruptly, startled by her sudden appearance.“Mom,” they both called out in unison, their voices filled with nervousness.“What was that?” Brittany asked, raising an eyebrow as her piercing gaze shifted between the two of them.“Mom... I can explain. Can we go inside first?” Tristan asked cautiously, reaching for her hand, but Brittany pulled away.“I can walk on my own,” Brittany said curtly as the boys stepped aside to let her enter.“Do you think she saw us?” Aiden asked in a hushed tone.“I don’t know,” Tristan replied, his voice low. “But even if she did, I’ll have to explain. I’ve always known this day would come.”“Tristan…” Aiden said softly, his concern evident.“Don’t worry,” Tristan reassured him, offering a faint smile. “I’ll handle it. She’s my mom, after all.”The two followed her into the house, their steps heavy with apprehension.Inside, Brittany
Aiden started walking toward them, ready to confront Tristan, but his steps faltered, and he paused. Balling his fist, he turned back toward the cab."Take me back," he muttered, slipping into the cab quietly as it drove off.Meanwhile, Tristan had no idea Aiden had been there. After Lisa pulled away from the hug, she waved at him. Tristan nodded and made his way into his apartment.He took a bath, made himself something to eat, and then settled onto his bed. Grabbing his phone, he decided to call Aiden.Work had been hectic, and he hadn’t had much time to talk to Aiden lately. He felt guilty but couldn’t help it.He tapped Aiden’s name and called, but Aiden didn’t pick up."It’s barely 8 p.m. Is he already asleep?" Tristan wondered, dialing the number again, but still, no answer. He decided to send a text instead."I’m just getting home. Call me when you see this. It’s been a while since we spoke, and I miss you." Tristan sent the message, then, before he knew it, his phone slipped f
Eric finally managed to pull Jarvis away from the edge of the rooftop, breathing heavily as relief washed over him. Before he could scold Jarvis again, he found himself enveloped in a tight hug. "Eric... I still love you, honestly," Jarvis whispered, his voice trembling as he clung to Eric. For a moment, Eric stood still, his hands hovering awkwardly before he gently pushed Jarvis away. He stared at him, searching for the right words. "Look, Jarvis," Eric began, his tone calm yet firm, "it’s been four, five months since we ended things. You need to take it like that because I don’t love you. Not anymore."Jarvis opened his mouth to respond, but Eric didn’t let him. "I already have someone I’m stupidly in love with. It’s time you let go of these... feelings you still have for me, because it’s not going to work." Eric’s gaze softened slightly, but his words were unwavering. "I love my boyfriend more than anything, Jarvis. So it’s time to wake up and stop being delusional about m
Eric turned to look at Troy again, taking his hand as they walked back into his room. "Why are we going back inside?" Troy asked, curious. "To grab this." Eric lifted a jacket from the wardrobe, slipping it on before pulling out another for Troy. He helped him into it with ease. Troy smiled, inhaling the addictive scent that clung to Eric's jacket. Taking Eric's outstretched hand, they left the room together once more. "So, what plans do you have tonight?" Troy asked, breaking the silence. "I'm spending time with you," Eric replied smoothly. "Now that Dad seems okay with us dating, I’m not wasting any more time. You don’t know how hard it’s been holding myself back.” He gave a sly wink, making Troy chuckle and roll his eyes playfully.They made their way to the door, ready to leave the house, when it suddenly swung open. Lucian stepped inside, dressed in a stiff, formal suit that looked entirely out of place on him.Eric pressed his lips together, trying hard not to laugh.
When Tristan finally broke the kiss, his voice was raw with emotion. "I can’t do this anymore, Aiden... Let’s go back to how we used to be."Aiden stared at him, emotions swirling like a storm he could no longer contain. Without a word, he grabbed Tristan by the collar and kissed him again, this time with more intensity, more desperation. Minutes later, he abruptly pulled away, stepping back as his breath came in ragged gasps. His face shifted, the vulnerability vanishing as a cold, unreadable expression slipped into place. "So?" Tristan asked softly, his voice uncertain. "So?" Aiden chuckled, obviously annoyed. "Who the hell do you think you are, deciding when to leave and when to come back?" "I..." Tristan began, but his gaze dropped, and the words faltered on his tongue. "You don’t get to do this," Aiden snapped, his voice sharp and filled with hurt. "You can’t just walk away and then show up like nothing happened. You don’t get to mess with my head like this.""I was wro
Every day, Aiden tried to convince himself that everything was fine—at least on the outside. But deep down, he was struggling. He knew he was lying to himself. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about Tristan. It was frustrating because he had done everything he could to block Tristan out. But every time he walked into their home, the urge to confront him was there—to ask him to at least reconsider, to talk about… them. Yet, Aiden always held back. He didn’t know if it was pride, fear, or just pure exhaustion, but he never acted on it. Instead, he forced himself to stay busy and resist the temptation.That evening, distraction came in the form of basketball with his friends. The court was alive with energy as they ran and competed. The cool air didn’t bother them as the game kept them warm. Troy wasn’t around; he had gone to visit Eric. Supposedly, Eric had invited him over, and Troy had agreed, which gave the others plenty of reasons to tease him nonstop."You g
The dim lights of the bar flickered as Aiden slumped against the counter, his eyes red and swollen like he'd been crying the whole day. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke, matching the storm inside him. He exhaled shakily, the cigarette between his fingers trembling as he brought it to his lips. The bitter taste mixed with the burn of the whiskey he had been drinking for hours. His friends—Kai, Sam, Jefferson, Colby, and Troy stood nearby, watching him with worried eyes. They hadn’t seen Aiden like this in a long time.“This is bad,” Colby muttered, glancing at Jefferson. “We can’t let him keep going like this. He might die at this rate or worse, end up with lung cancer.”Before they could intervene, Aiden let out a loud laugh, his voice thick with pain. His friends froze.“Tristan’s a jerk, and I hate him,” he laughed, his words slurred and uneven. “You heard me, right? He’s a complete jerk!”He slammed his glass down on the counter, startling the bart
"We should break up, Aiden. Let's end this here."The words hit Aiden like a punch to the chest. He blinked rapidly, trying to process them. It was sudden; he wasn’t actually prepared for this. He swallowed hard as his eyes grew weak and heavy. With all his strength, he stared up at Tristan."Why?" he muttered, his voice shaky. "Is it because of the rumors? Because of the gossip? I swear I can handle it. I’ll...""It’s not just the rumors," Tristan cut in, his tone firmer now. "It’s about my mom. About your dad. What are they going to think when they find out? My mom might go crazy. This isn’t just about us anymore, Aiden. It’s bigger than that.""But…" Aiden began, his voice breaking, but Tristan stood up, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I don’t want to put my mom in a position where she feels embarrassed looking at me. And I don't want your dad to feel I betrayed him" Tristan said, his expression strained as he avoided Aiden’s gaze.Aiden’s heart dropped. Desperatio