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281 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 28, 2016
I wish I could tell him the truth. It itches at my conscience. Some part of me wants to share it all, but I’m so fucking scared I’ll lose the only person—the only friend—I’ve had in a long time.
I feel so stupid for thinking of him as that. We’ve only known each other for a few days, but after all we’ve shared, after all we’ve been through, that’s what it feels like.
“How the fuck would you have known?” Tommy asks.
He can’t understand. He can’t know how close I was to that moment.
I should have been selfless enough to try and figure out what the fuck this other guy was doing on the roof with me. I should have been smart enough to realize he wasn’t just some angel coming to rescue me from my own despair. That there was more to it than that.
Just tell him.
All I can bring myself to say is. “I’m so sorry, Tommy.”
...because it reminds me if he knew the truth about that night on the roof…if I had opened up to him about how I really knew his brother, he wouldn’t forgive me either. I know it’s wrong to keep this from him, but it’s the only way to keep him in my life.

It’s been the most surreal thing in the world having Tommy in my life these past few weeks. Surreal, but wonderful. I’ve never let anyone in like this. Never talked to anyone so much. Watched stupid movies with someone else. Made meals. Joked around. And had repeat hot-ass sex that just gets better each time.
“World’s such a fucking lonely place,” he says.
I hear the despair in his voice. It’s a feeling I’m all too familiar with, but hearing him vocalize it makes me feel a little less alone. I just want to break down, but I reach within me, not for my own voice, but for the voice I would expect to hear from someone who can be more helpful than me. Someone like Tommy. What would he say to this guy? How would he help him through this?
“It can be,” I whisper. “But sometimes, you get lucky and cross paths with someone who can make it all feel a little less lonely. Sometimes they pop out of places where you least expect them.”
He had hope. Hope that life could be better. Hope that something could go his way. Hope that I lost for a while there. Hope that I found in my darkest of moments with the help of a stranger that couldn’t find that for himself.













I hurt all the time. I hurt so much sometimes it's like I'm being eaten from the inside out. Like I walk around empty. I laugh where I'm supposed to and smile where I'm supposed to, but it's all a lie. I'm a good actor.
“Let me be here for you.”
“We can be here for each other,” I say.
“Because the world’s an awfully big thing to carry by yourself.”