They lost their chance at love but not the opportunity to try again.
From childhood homes to skyscrapers in Los Angeles, Blaine and Keith try to reclaim the ‘almost’ that was their love.
His name was Keith and he lived next door.
He used to be my best friend, the one I confided in and believed in immeasurably. The one I stayed up all night with, staring up at the stars and talking about our deepest secrets and darkest pears. The one I had snuck out to a pub with. The one I cried to when father died. The one I trusted with all my heart.
The one I fell in love with.
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