Scorpius supposed he should be satisfied with his deep friendship with Albus, but it wasnít enough. He was selfish, he wanted more. More than he figured Albus could or would ever give him.
When his longing invaded his dreams, as it often did, he found himself face-to-face with Al, close enough to touch, but always out of reach.
Whoever said boys didnít cry was full of shit. They just do it alone, where no one can hear.
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