August
August was always the type of boy who learned to love in silence. Since he was little, he grew up with his best friend — they shared toys, secrets, rainy afternoons and childhood promises that seemed eternal. To everyone else, they were just inseparable. For August, it was more than that. Much more. He realized that the feeling had changed on an ordinary afternoon, when his friend laughed at something silly and the sound of that laugh echoed inside him for too long. It wasn't just affection. It wasn't just friendship. It was something that tightened your chest, warmed you and hurt at the same time. August knew he couldn't tell. So he did what he always did: he saved it. He hid every lingering look. He disguised every jealousy as a joke. He transformed the impulse to hold his friend's hand into a simple gentle push on the shoulder. He smiled when he was around him, but inside he was always fighting not to let on how much that feeling grew, occupying every space. It was an intense love — so intense
About August
August was always the type of boy who learned to love in silence. Since he was little, he grew up with his best friend — they shared toys, secrets, rainy afternoons and childhood promises that seemed eternal. To everyone else, they were just inseparable. For August, it was more than that. Much more. He realized that the feeling had changed on an...Read more