Eli turned his head. Leo was crying, silent tears tracking down his cheeks. But he was smiling too—a small, terrified, hopeful smile.
And in the quiet of that yellow porch, two young hearts beat on—not waiting anymore, but beginning. Young Hearts
“No,” Leo agreed. “It didn’t.” Eli turned his head
“Hey,” Eli said.
That was the first secret: the yes that meant I want to stand next to you. but beginning. “No
“I thought I was broken,” Leo whispered. “I thought if I said it out loud, the world would crack open.”