𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝔂𝓼

Tue, 26 May 2026 09:57:48 +0000

I knew I was meant to be alone.

Wasn't that why my parents left me in an orphanage in a foreign country where we went for holidays when I was eight?

But there was still a stupid part of me that hoped maybe... just maybe I deserved someone, too. Something-someone-to call a home.

But that's just stupid.

Time, life, and the people around me proved that time and again.

It was my fault.

Being an introvert doesn't really help in these scenarios, does it?

It doesn't.

Maybe if I knew how to interact with a lot of people, how to fit in... then I wouldn't be so alone.

Those were the pity parties I used to throw in colleges. The guest list? Me. My music. My books.

Now, at 28, I've changed.

I'm a doctor now. My patients and colleagues love me. But...

I'm still alone.

Alone in a way I had never felt before. Like a part of me was missing. Like that part stayed with someone from my past. Someone who filled my blue hours with rainbows, all the cheesy stuff, and... love.

No. No. No. No, I hate him.

I hate him. I hate him.

I should've never gotten involved with someone like him.

But it's over now. I was free.

Or so I thought.

Because one glance from my past nightmare and I was on the verge of unraveling. But I won't. I can't.

The golden blue hours were gone.

The only problem now? The nightmare was adamant about haunting me again.

God save me. Or him.

Because I'm no longer the boy who'll take his bullshit again.

[This is purely a work of fiction.

The places, names, things, and whatever stuff mentioned in this book are all fictional.

Also, this book is, like, so gay, people who have a problem with that can ignore this one:)]