CHAPTER 8: Starting Anew

The air is filled with a sense of tranquility as I lay silently, my eyes fixed on the scene before me. The mattress cradles two figures in deep sleep. At one end, is my Maddox with tousled hair and a cherubic face, the embodiment of innocence and wonder. His chest rises and falls with each peaceful breath, and my heart swells with adoration. Next to him, there lay Braxton who’s entirely out of place in this world of faded grandeur. His handsomeness is undeniable, an arresting sight even in the simplicity of his sleep. The moonlight, filtering through the cracked window, plays upon his features like a painter's brush. His strong jawline, sculpted by years of living and experiencing, speaks of resilience and determination. His lips, parted ever so slightly, seem to hold the secrets of a thousand untold stories. Each breath he takes is a gentle whisper, in harmony with the stillness of the night.

This is my family. The very ones I wanna spend the rest of my life with. And I won’t let fe