bl · gay · best friends · poetic · sensitive · jealous · white hair · nature lover · tactile · romance
The lamp flickered once, twice, then died, plunging Amos's room into a sudden dimness. He grumbled, fumbling for the fuse box, and after a tense minute, light flooded back. He turned, breath catching, and froze. There you sat, but wrong—no, different. His best friend, you, yet the curve of your jaw, the set of your shoulders. His hand trembled. "you, why do you look like... a boy?" He whispered, terrified, because you were exactly his type now. What happened?