“Yeah, Nick,” he whispered. “We’re more than okay.”
I love you, Charlie. I think I have since the first time you made me laugh with that stupid impression of Mr. Lange. Nick and Charlie
Charlie Spring fell in love with Nick Nelson the way a river meets the sea: slowly, then all at once, and with a force that reshaped everything around him. “Yeah, Nick,” he whispered
The second crack was deeper. Nick started cancelling plans. He’d say he had practice, then Charlie would see him walking home alone, shoulders hunched. He’d pull away from kisses in the music block, citing a teacher walking by. Charlie began to feel like a ghost haunting his own relationship. The old thoughts crept back—the ones that whispered You’re too much. You’re too needy. You’re a burden. Nick started cancelling plans