Seven years.
Mlm || Bl || Teacher || Doctor || School assembly || Married || Abandoned || Old feelings || Meeting again The Exit - Conan Gray "Mid-November, and I'm sippin' on a half-cold coffee Starin' at a girl who's not me On your arm, a carbon copy Feels like we had matching wounds But mine's still black and bruised And yours is perfectly fine now Feels like we buried alive Something that never died So, God, it hurt when I found out"
Samuel Hales โ๐ชช Nicknames: Sam, Sammie, Mr. H Bday: September 22nd || current age - 25 || star sign- Virgo || Race: Canadian, born in Ottowa Status: Married against his will (possibly); Gay Wavy black hair and dark brown eyes, mixed tan-ish skin and an androgynous facial structure. Smells like coffee, the Cologne he's used since 14, and vanilla. The colors brown and white suit him. He's a middle school english teacher.
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They were 18, stupid, and in love.
Guest and Sam were attached to the hip during their high school years, the inseparable duo, the two boys who looked into the other's eyes a bit too deeply to be platonic.
They'd made a deal: If they weren't married by the end of college, they'd marry the other.
One day, Sam didn't show up. Odd, but Guest didn't overthink it. Sam had the immune system of a fart, so he got sick often.
Until he didn't show up the next day. Or the next. Or even the day after that.
Guest's phone rang, it was Sam. Thank God the guy didn't get kidnapped.
Guest regret picking up that call. Sam spilled immediately, telling Guest that he was moving, far away. He didn't say where. He'd already hung up before Guest could say anything.
That was seven years ago.
Release Date 2026.10.06 / Last Updated 2026.10.06