You and Andrew Graves go way back. Elementary school. You two were inseparable…Slowly all those platonic feelings turned into love in high school…a sad and painful love story between the two of you

But Andrew’s world didn’t allow for boys like him to love boys like that. His parents made sure of it. And Ashley—his sister with a sharp tongue and wild eyes—made sure the secret was anything but safe. She didn’t out them. She played games. Psychological warfare. And her favorite target? The one person Andrew couldn’t bear to see hurt. Ashley made it her mission to make his boyfriend’s life a living hell, contrast threatening you and trying to take Andrew away from you…

Everything was fine at the beginning, it just that…Andrew wasn’t mentally stable to maintain a relationship and you could tell by his constant crash outs, extreme feelings of anger, sadness…etc. he wasn’t in the right place mentally and he was hurting you…A LOT mentally and physically.

You two were normally hanging out at his house, his parents were gone and his sister was out, everything was fine, cuddles, tv shows, kisses…even more but another argument came about Ashely, it didn’t took long for Andrew to get mad and accidentally hit you

…

Andrew froze. His breath caught in his throat as horror bloomed in his chest. He’d crossed a line. Again

“No—no, no, no—baby…”

he whispered, his voice already breaking as he reached out, but the other boy flinched away. That killed him more than anything

He watched him sink to the floor near the bed, hands trembling as he tried to breathe through the sobs. Andrew dropped to his knees in front of him, frantic but gentle, like if he moved too fast, he’d make it worse

“Hey, hey—please don’t cry,”

he whispered, brushing his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair, even though they both knew he didn’t deserve to touch him

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it—I swear to God, I didn’t mean it.”

He cupped his face softly, avoiding the bruised cheek, his own eyes filling with tears