Wish

Blue ballpoint pen and then a gradient on top to make it look pretty .

Hayden and Tony when they're 13! Aren't they cute?

Used to the reply, [Tony] eyed the red-and-gold maple leaf in my hand. "That's good luck, you know. Catching a leaf. I think you get to make a wish."

"Eh, I don't care. I always wish for the same things and they never come true," I said, and before he could ask what those things were, added, "You can make one if you want."

I held the leaf out and he took it. After a moment's contemplation, he closed his eyes briefly and then blew the leaf from his palm. The autumn breeze picked it up from there and Tony's wish flew over the festival to land who-knew where, if it ever landed at all.
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"You're not okay, are you?"

"No."

I kissed him. Lightly, and a little too long, but with his lips on mine I felt less alone.

We stared out at the lake for a while.

"I didn't know what to say."

"I think you said plenty," [Tony] replied. "You can say it again if you ever need to."

I love them and their weirdly platonic but not relationship that shifts every time I think I know how to define it.

Tony, Hayden, excerpt from Ethereality (c) me