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chapter 60- and still,I choose you
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Our love to hide 63- flesh and Blood
Vanessa arrived with two things: a homemade peach pie and a look in her eyes that told Ethan she was about to drop a bomb, one of the good ones, but still explosive.Ethan set down the dish on the kitchen counter. “You only bring pie when someone’s about to cry.”Vanessa smirked. “Guilty.”Nathan glanced up from the couch, where Micah was curled up reading an old graphic novel Ethan had left out. “Everything okay?”Vanessa took a deep breath.“It’s Isabelle,” she said. “She wants to change her last name.”Ethan blinked. “To what?”“Hale-Volkov.”The room went still.Micah looked up from the couch. “That’s your name, right?”Nathan nodded, slowly.Vanessa chuckled softly. “She said she wants people to know where she actually came from.”Ethan sat down at the table, stunned. “But… why now?”Vanessa sat across from him, a smile faltering just slightly. “She told me she watched your roundtable three times. Said it felt like she finally saw a version of herself that didn’t flinch. And I th
Our love to hide 62-letter to the future
Ethan paced the front of the classroom like he used to pace the edges of the lake nervously, always questioning if he belonged. But today, he felt steadier. The topic on the board read: “Write the story you thought you’d never be allowed to tell.” He turned to his students. “You can write it as fiction, memoir, poetry, whatever you need. Just… write what was once forbidden.” A silence settled, not out of fear but reverence. And then pens started moving. By the end of the week, Ethan had read over twenty stories. Each one gutted him. A trans girl’s poem about her childhood name feeling like a haunted house. A nonbinary student’s short story about a tree that only grew crooked when no one was looking. A gay student who wrote a letter to a father who never spoke again after he came out. Ethan wept alone in his office after reading the last one. And when he got home, he didn’t speak much, just hugged Nathan tightly, burying his face into his chest like the world was too heav
Our love to hide chapter 61
Chapter 61 – The Quiet AfterwardsThe first thing Ethan noticed was the quiet.Not the peaceful kind. The kind that made your ears ring. The kind that echoed through you when you’d lived too long with noise.He stood in front of a classroom of twenty-two students, bright eyes, notebooks open, laptops humming. A few whispered, a few smiled. But most just stared at him like he wasn’t real.He cleared his throat.“Welcome to Queer Storytelling: Writing Identity in a Changing World.”He waited.Silence.Then a voice from the back. A girl with close-cut hair and dark lipstick:“You’re the one from the livestream. The love letter guy.”A few students nodded. Someone clapped once before stopping awkwardly.Ethan blinked. “Yeah. I guess... that’s me.”The class warmed slowly.He told them about narrative voice, about writing as survival, about shame as a story passed down that you didn’t ask to inherit.But he also told them about beauty. About joy. About how sometimes, the stories we’re most
Our love to hide chapter 60- and still,I choose you
The lake was still. Sunlight flickered through the trees, glinting off the surface like shards of memory. The breeze smelled of earth and summer and something old, something sacred. Ethan stood at the edge of the dock, shoes off, toes grazing the wood, heart full. Nathan stood behind him, hands in his pockets, watching in silence. It had been months since they’d stood here last. But it felt like a lifetime. This was where it all began. Where they touched hands in the dark. Where they first kissed like it was a sin. Where they broke and bled and buried every part of themselves they thought the world couldn’t handle. And now? Now they returned not as fugitives but as husbands. “I used to hate this place,” Ethan said quietly. Nathan stepped beside him. “Why?” “Because it knew everything,” Ethan whispered. “It saw every version of me. The liar. The coward. The boy who wanted things he wasn’t supposed to want.” Nathan looked out over the water. “And now?” Ethan smiled faint
Our love to hide 59- Homecoming
The house looked smaller than Ethan remembered.Maybe it was because he wasn’t afraid of it anymore.The porch, once a place of whispered goodbyes and hidden glances, now basked in golden afternoon light. A new coat of paint. A flowering vine crawling up the side. The front door opened, as if waiting.Nathan stood beside him, keys in hand.“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked.Ethan smiled. “I think I’ve been ready since the day we left.”Nathan opened the door.The inside smelled like lemon oil and freshly baked bread.Vanessa had insisted on cooking. Isabelle brought wine. Sarah showed up with homemade cookies and a cooler full of overpriced sparkling water.They’d all arrived before Ethan and Nathan, insisting on setting up themselves.By the time Ethan walked into the kitchen, the table was full of food, candles flickering softly, and laughter already echoing through the halls.He stopped in the doorway, breath catching.This house, this place that had seen them at their
Our love to hide 58-House of mirrors
The studio lights were blinding.Ethan adjusted the mic clipped to his collar, his fingers trembling slightly despite the calming voice in his earpiece. “Five minutes, Mr. Hale. You live with Dr. Lillian from The Conversation and a rotating panel of voices. It's a roundtable, but you have the final word segment. Just be yourself.”Right. Himself.That used to be easy.Before “himself” became a trending topic.Nathan sat beside him, dressed simply in a navy shirt and blazer, his expression unreadable but calm. A kind of practiced stillness Ethan recognized an armor Nathan used when the world stared too long.The roundtable host, Dr. Lillian Monroe, a respected therapist-turned-commentator, gave them both a brief nod as she finished greeting the others.Three guests sat across the glossy table from them:A conservative family advocate with a stiff smile and a long history of “defending traditional values.”A queer historian with rainbow-rimmed glasses and a stack of notes.An ex-priest
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