There are three of them. Three boys. We’re friends, neighbors, our lives linked through disaster, fear, and pain.
I love them all. Not sure I can live without them.
Can we just stay friends? Can we ignore the desire flaring when we’re around each other? Can I kiss one and not the other?
I can’t choose. Don’t want to choose. And I’m not sure they can, either.
This story will either end up in heartache, or as any story should – in a happy ending.
Broken Compass
