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“And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occured to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you.

And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“Cream always rises to the top...so do good leaders".”
― John Paul Warren

“We're going to be okay,' I repeated to him.
If things get hard again, I'll carry him. And he'll carry me.
And we'll be okay.”
― Erik J. Brown, All That’s Left in the World

“When he kisses me, my chest feels lighter again, like he's taking on some of my sorrow but passing on some of his love.”
― Erik J. Brown, All That’s Left in the World

“Aiden was the whole world stretched out beneath him. Aiden’s hair spread out on the sheets, Aiden moaning in his ear. The magnitude of his certainty tipped Harvard over the edge into terrifying and unwelcome knowledge.

Terrible realization dawned, remorseless illumination shed on a whole landscape. Harvard found himself looking at his entire life in a new light.

Aiden on their first day of school, on their first day of fencing class, on their last day in the hospital, on their first day at Kings Row. Inextricably part of every important moment in Harvard’s life. The bright and shining center of Harvard’s life, ever since he’d turned around and seen Aiden and thought, That boy looks sad, and wanted nothing but to give Aiden everything.

Finding Aiden and being too young to understand what he’d found. Only knowing Aiden was necessary to him and wanting Aiden there always. Of course he loved his best friend, of course he did. That was always such an absolute truth that Harvard could never question it.

Harvard gasped against Aiden’s mouth. He should have questioned it before now. He should have asked himself what he was feeling. Only he’d been afraid.

Dating someone else hadn’t been Harvard’s idea, and with this new clarity he realized he didn’t actually want to do it. He hadn’t wanted to be alone, hadn’t wanted to be left behind, but it was impossible and distinctly horrible to think of being like this with anyone but Aiden.

Only very recently, as Aiden dated more and more people and the potential for distance between them started to feel far more real, had Harvard started to feel lonely. If it hadn’t been for Coach suggesting dating, it might never have occurred to him.

Why would he go out and look for a partner when he had one at home? Why would he go searching for a lightning strike when there was all the brightness and all the pain he could wish for, always with him?

He’d never cared about dating, never really felt the need to find someone, because he’d been otherwise emotionally committed all along. Apparently, Harvard’s subconscious was insane, bent on his own ruin. Somewhere in the back of his mind he’d just decided he was Aiden’s boyfriend, without consulting Aiden. Without even consulting himself.

He’d been in love with Aiden the whole time.”
― Sarah Rees Brennan, Striking Distance

“Can’t complain,” said Magnus, adjusting his cuffs. “If I did, I would only be doing so for attention from a handsome gentleman.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Red Scrolls of Magic

“Why are you smiling?” Harvard asked, teasing.

“Because I know something you don’t know,” Aiden teased back.

Harvard raised an eyebrow. “And what is that?”

“You’re really cute,” murmured Aiden, and leaned in.

His lean was arrested when Harvard laughed. “Ha! That’s such a line. These things really work on your guys?”

Overcome by the magnitude of this insult, Aiden snapped, “Invariably!”

Harvard rolled his eyes. “I hate to tell you this, buddy, but I think they’re letting you get away with substandard lines because you’re cute.”

Aiden paused, torn between being deeply offended and ridiculously flattered.

Harvard bit his lip, seeming to think this over.

“I guess if you guys both know you’re just playing around, what you say doesn’t really count,” he offered. “That’s why people call them lines, like the things you say in a play. I know this isn’t real, but…”

Aiden tried to keep his voice soft, to be understanding. “But it’s practice for being real.” His mouth twisted on the name, but he forced it out. “For Neil.”

Harvard winced. Aiden supposed it might feel a little weird, to hear the name of the boy he actually liked, while tangled up with another. For Harvard, who was so good, it might feel close to cheating.

Aiden didn’t want to say the name or hear it or think it. Harvard seemed to be struggling with a thought, and Aiden waited to hear Harvard tell him what he wanted. That was all Aiden wished to know or to do. What Harvard wanted.”
― Sarah Rees Brennan, Striking Distance

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“I don’t believe in love that never ends,” said Aiden, his whisper clear and distinct. “I don’t believe in being true until death or finding the other half of your soul.”

Harvard raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. Privately, he considered that it might be good that Aiden hadn’t delivered this speech to this guy he apparently liked so much—whom Aiden had never even mentioned to his best friend before now. This speech was not romantic.

Once again, Harvard had to wonder if what he’d been assuming was Aiden’s romantic prowess had actually been many guys letting Aiden get away with murder because he was awfully cute.

But Aiden sounded upset, and that spoke to an instinct in Harvard natural as breath. He put his arm around Aiden, and drew his best friend close against him, warm skin and soft hair and barely there shirt and all, and tried to make a sound that was more soothing than fraught.

“I don’t believe in songs or promises. I don’t believe in hearts or flowers or lightning strikes.” Aiden snatched a breath as though it was his last before drowning. “I never believed in anything but you.”

“Aiden,” said Harvard, bewildered and on the verge of distress. He felt as if there was something he wasn’t getting here.
Even more urgently, he felt he should cut off Aiden. It had been a mistake to ask. This wasn’t meant for Harvard, but for someone else, and worse than anything, there was pain in Aiden’s voice. That must be stopped now.

Aiden kissed him, startling and fierce, and said against Harvard’s mouth, “Shut up. Let me… let me.”

Harvard nodded involuntarily, because of the way Aiden had asked, unable to deny Aiden even things Harvard should refuse to give. Aiden’s warm breath was running down into the small shivery space between the fabric of Harvard’s shirt and his skin. It was panic-inducing, feeling all the impulses of Harvard’s body and his heart like wires that were not only crossed but also impossibly tangled. Disentangling them felt potentially deadly. Everything inside him was in electric knots.

“I’ll let you do anything you want,” Harvard told him, “but don’t—don’t—”

Hurt yourself. Seeing Aiden sad was unbearable. Harvard didn’t know what to do to fix it.

The kiss had turned the air between them into dry grass or kindling, a space where there might be smoke or fire at any moment. Aiden was focused on toying with the collar of Harvard’s shirt, Aiden’s brows drawn together in concentration. Aiden’s fingertips glancing against his skin burned.

“You’re so warm,” Aiden said. “Nothing else ever was. I only knew goodness existed because you were the best. You’re the best of everything to me.”

Harvard made a wretched sound, leaning in to press his forehead against Aiden’s.

He’d known Aiden was lonely, that the long line of guys wasn’t just to have fun but tied up in the cold, huge manor where Aiden had spent his whole childhood, in Aiden’s father with his flat shark eyes and sharp shark smile, and in the long line of stepmothers who Aiden’s father chose because he had no use for people with hearts. Harvard had always known Aiden’s father wanted to crush the heart out of Aiden. He’d always worried Aiden’s father would succeed.

Aiden said, his voice distant even though he was so close, “I always knew all of you was too much to ask for.”

Harvard didn’t know what to say, so he obeyed a wild foolish impulse, turned his face the crucial fraction toward Aiden’s, and kissed him. Aiden sank into the kiss with a faint sweet noise, as though he’d finally heard Harvard’s wordless cry of distress and was answering it with belated reassurance: No, I’ll be all right. We’re not lost.

The idea of anyone not loving Aiden back was unimaginable, but it had clearly happened. Harvard couldn’t think of how to say it, so he tried to make the kiss say it. I’m so sorry you were in pain. I never guessed. I’m sorry I can’t fix this, but I would if I could. He didn’t love you, but I do.”
― Sarah Rees Brennan, Striking Distance

“He reached for Aiden’s hand, which was swinging by the side of Aiden’s chair in a convenient location for Harvard to grab in case Harvard might want to. Harvard not only laced their fingers together, but also brought Aiden’s hand to his lips and kissed the back. Then he let their joined hands rest on the lapel of his uniform blazer, against the golden crown over crossed swords of his captain’s pin… and his heart. Harvard did it all absentmindedly, as though he didn’t have to think about his actions because it came so naturally.

Aiden lifted a coffee cup to his lips purely in order to make a Can you believe this? face behind it.

There went Harvard again, raising the ideal boyfriend bar to the sky. Could the man not be stopped?

“Aw, are you having faith in me, sweetheart?” Aiden murmured. “That’s so nice. And so misplaced.”

Harvard murmured, a lovely little sound, patently unconvinced. This is the last time, Aiden thought, and held on.

The others ignored Aiden and Harvard’s romantic moment in order to focus on crime.”
― Sarah Rees Brennan, Striking Distance

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“Harvard pointed. “You know, right there is when the stuntman catches the sword out of frame.”

“I know.”

Aiden did know. Harvard always told him this fact at this precise moment. Aiden had watched this movie without Harvard once—on a date. Seeing the sword fly without the familiar murmur had upset Aiden enough to turn off the movie.

Tonight, Harvard was here with him. They were both lying on their stomachs with their legs kicked up and their hands cupped in their chins, as though they were six years old.

They weren’t.

Aiden tangled their legs together slightly, deliberately. It felt far more dangerous than crossing swords. Aiden couldn’t imagine a match with so much at stake.

“During a date when you stay in,” Aiden said, teaching, “you should try to see if the other person is receptive to you getting closer.”

Harvard gave Aiden a look out of the corner of his eye, and let their legs stay tangled, resting with light pressure against one another. Love was a delusion, nothing but an electrical impulse in the brain, but there were many impulses running electric under Aiden’s skin right now.

The man in black smiled beneath his mask and switched his sword to his right hand. The clash of swords rang over the sound of the sea.

Aiden sneaked another look at Harvard, the shine of his dark eyes and white teeth in the silvery glow from the screen. Harvard caught him looking, but he returned Aiden’s look with a look of his own, warmly affectionate and never suspicious at all. Harvard never suspected a thing.

Because Aiden was his best friend, and Harvard trusted him. And Harvard could trust him. Aiden would never do anything to hurt Harvard, not anything at all.

Aiden moved in still closer, his arm set against Harvard’s, solid muscle under the thin material of his shirtsleeve. He could put his arm around Harvard’s shoulders or slip an arm around his waist or lean in. He was allowed, just for tonight.”
― Sarah Rees Brennan, Striking Distance

“In less than a week, Harvard was going to call on his darling Neil and explain how sorry he was for all his imaginary offenses, and Neil would say that he’d only been put off by Harvard’s awful best friend. Then Harvard would realize everything had been Aiden’s fault all along, and also Neil would tell Harvard that he missed him, and they would get back together. Aiden would have to pretend he was happy for them.

This was one of a very few, very precious days, like fairy gold turning to dust and leaves as they slipped through his fingers. And Aiden was wasting it by being sick and disgusting.

“Sorry for being gross,” Aiden murmured into his pillow.

“Hey, no,” said Harvard. “You’re still really cute.”

Aiden scoffed into the pillow, which turned into more coughing. Harvard patted him on the back.

Harvard was so good at this boyfriend thing it was ridiculous. He was screwing up the boyfriend curve for all other boyfriends. That was why Aiden didn’t want any of the others.

He felt horrible and unpleasantly hot, and he could only bear this when Harvard was with him. Most of life was generally unfair and unpleasant, but it was all right if Harvard was there.

“Stay with me until I go to sleep,” Aiden murmured, willfully forgetting that lunch was over and Harvard should go to class.

For Aiden, Harvard would usually break the rules.

“If you want me to,” Harvard murmured back.

Aiden was ill and miserable and unguarded enough to whisper, “I never want anything but you.”

“Okay.” Harvard laughed quietly, kindly. “I think the cough syrup has made you a little loopy.”

Aiden wanted to be angry with Harvard for never understanding, but thank God Harvard didn’t. Besides, Aiden never could entirely manage to be angry with him. The emotion wouldn’t coalesce in Aiden’s chest, always collapsing in on itself and changing into different feelings.

As Aiden slid into sleep, like tumbling beneath a blanket of darkness, he felt an awareness even with his eyes closed that someone was stooping over him, like an intuition of a shadow, and then the soft press of Harvard’s lips against Aiden’s forehead. More a blessing than a kiss.”
― Sarah Rees Brennan, Striking Distance

“If he dies, I'll never be able to tell him that I can't stand the thought of looking up and not seeing him near.”
― Shaun David Hutchinson, A Complicated Love Story Set in Space

“When you lose that many parts of yourself, it hurts. And when you realize those parts are irreplaceable, you become lost too.”
― Brian Zepka, The Temperature of Me and You

“But they wouldn't, they wouldn't have done any of that, because in stories guys fight. They fight for the person they care about, and they don't give up, ever.

In real life, though, sometimes you beg for them to care, and they just don't. And then they go quiet.

And they let you walk away without much of a fight at all.”
― Sophie Gonzales, Only Mostly Devastated

“A yearning drove me here to you. I have found no peace in my grave".”
― Karl Heinrich Ulrichs, Manor

“Bury me in his grave, won't you?”
― Karl Heinrich Ulrichs, Manor

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“Academia is multi-level marketing.”
― Josh Lai

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“I love you," Julius observed at last. "To a degree that frankly startles me.”
― K.J. Charles, A Fashionable Indulgence

“Have you ever… liked anyone for real?” Harvard asked in a voice that started low and sank with every word, until it almost disappeared on the word real.

Aiden didn’t trust himself to speak, so he only nodded.

“What did you say to him?”

“I never said anything to him,” Aiden answered slowly. “But there were things I wanted to say.”

“Like what?” murmured Harvard, then shut his eyes, lashes black silk fans against his cheekbones. “You don’t have to say. Not if it hurts. You don’t have to.”

It hurt, but this would be Aiden’s only chance to say all the things he wanted to say. He wouldn’t get another.

Life always hurt, but Harvard was the only one who could ever make it feel better.

Aiden leaned in toward Harvard as close as he could get, so close that every breath was like a storm in the tiny space between them. The blood beneath his skin seemed like thunder, every faint electric impulse turned to dangerous lightning, and every whisper to a desperate shout.

Aiden whispered: “Listen.”
― Sarah Rees Brennan, Striking Distance

“I silently absorb the statement. He's not the first person to call me an idiot. In fact, he's one of many. I guess I just have one of those faces, y'know? But in an age of cynicism, I choose to live with my senses open to the universe. Okay, yes, I did obliterate my trust fund on an MLM - well, technically, more than one - but that's a small price to pay for a universe of possibility.”
― Phillip Andrew Bennett Low, Monsters in a Mirror: Strange Tales from the Chapel Perilous

“Then Tangerine hangs up.
Nanao leans against the window and gazes out, gripping his phone like he's waiting for a call from a lover.”
― Kōtarō Isaka, Bullet Train

“And if you drink anymore, I’m going to have to carry you to the cab.”

“You’ll do that?”

“Fuck, no! Switch to Coke!”
― Sean Kennedy, Tigers and Devils

“All my tomorrows are yours”
― Lancali., I Fell in Love With Hope

“Kim was taking up an alarming amount of space in his mind. If he was thinking this much about a woman, he’d have no trouble finding a name for it”
― K.J. Charles, The Sugared Game

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