บททั้งหมดของ Boys Love Boys: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 96

EpilogueWillI didn't know how to cry, that is, I was raised thinking that I couldn't shed a tear, and that it was synonymous with weakness for a man. However, I created so many uncertainties about my life, and I hid myself inside a tight closet, pretending to be someone I wasn't, to quiet my parents' hearts, and with that I lived stuck without being able to do what I really wanted to do, to be the real Will. The one who wanted to act, dance, cry, and love a man.Almost three years ago I met a guy who helped me to change this story. I confess that it was not easy at all, and in the beginning I thought he was an arrogant, intimidating guy who had an image of a sexy straight boy who is always going out with thousands of girls, at least that's what I believed, however, the sexy straight boy fell in love with the real Will, the one who before couldn't cry. The two started to find out who they really were, what they felt for each other, and this feeling became intense for both of them.

WillIf there is one thing I understand in our profession, it is the advertising that is done to promote a series, but I don't like this new job of Nate's because of our manager's insistence on something that didn't work out. Sometimes it crosses my mind that somehow he doesn't accept our relationship, and that's why he insists so much that we can't be seen together. I know that all this could be just jealousy on my part, something I try not to develop, especially in relation to work, but lately it has become unavoidable, and I don't like to see my boyfriend with Lily.Hearing him say about faking a dating that doesn't exist makes me uncomfortable, and I don't know what to say, I just watch as he hangs up the phone and looks at me waiting for something.— Did you hear it? — he asks and I just shake my head. I get up, walk to the closet, grab some clothes, put them on, and go back to the bedroom. — Can we talk?— Talk? What for?— Will, do you understand that I can't do a

WillLyn's screams startle me, I look toward the house, and it is still dark. I hurry my steps and arrive in front of the door. My hand touches the doorknob, I turn it, and it opens. I enter the house. I turn on the flashlight on my cell phone, look around hoping to find a light switch, and to my surprise I find one near the door, I touch it and the light goes on. I call out to my sister, but get no answer from her, my heart squeezes, and a slight chill passes through my stomach. I look around me, at what seems to be a small entrance hall. There is a large staircase with golden handrails, and in front of me a wide, glazed door. I open it, and once again look for a switch. When I finally manage to find it, along with the glow of the lamp comes the surprise, the room appears to be a living room. Its white walls, a large chandelier in the center of the room, but there is not a single piece of furniture in the entire space. I begin to think that my sister might be fooling me, or wors