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Fifty-Two: Someone Else's Song

Author: J.V.Noel
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-28 16:55:10

Donny Villareal

I always knew. Maybe not everything, not every grim detail—but I knew enough. Enough to understand that Lu was in trouble long before he ever said a word. Trouble changes people. And Lu… he had that kind of sadness you don’t get from a bad breakup or a rough day at work. It was the kind that clings to your bones and keeps you up at night, a constant, low-humming dread that vibrated beneath his skin.

So I waited. I waited because forcing him to talk would only drive him deeper into the dark, and I couldn’t afford to lose him like that. Not again. Not when I’d spent the better part of our lives loving him quietly from a distance he never knew I was trying to close. We were practically stitched together at the hip growing up, two boys navigating the muddy waters of adolescence in a town that only valued toughness. He was my sun, my moon, my grounding force. But I was just his… well, I was just me. His best friend. A comfortable fixture in his life.

Then James showed up at
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