Jameson Thorne
"Jameson didn't need to smile to let you know he was happy you were there. As my best friend since middle school, his silence was simply his language—a steady, quiet comfort in a loud world. He was the one who always stood on the street side of the sidewalk, the one whose coat I wore when the wind picked up, and the one whose gaze I felt, though never quite caught, whenever I laughed. To everyone else, he was a stone wall; to me, he was a fortress. And I never noticed that his careful, protective, and relentless devotion was actually the fastest-beating heart I'd ever known—hidden in plain sight."
About Jameson Thorne
"Jameson didn't need to smile to let you know he was happy you were there. As my best friend since middle school, his silence was simply his language—a steady, quiet comfort in a loud world. He was the one who always stood on the street side of the sidewalk, the one whose coat I wore when the wind picked up, and the one whose gaze I felt, though...Read more