t. Honestly, I had no idea how. So many people would depend on me

e balancing perfectly and zooming past everyone. But it's not. There's no helmet big enough to protect me from the kind of falls I'm worried about. I don't know if I c

that I promise I'll deal with all that shit." I said and closed my e

and I climbed out of the car. I didn't even wait for him to f

irectly to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and began filling the tub with warm water. I grabbed a few bottles-maybe it was lavender, maybe min

etting the warmth swallow me whole. For the first time all day,

ped. A

ies is not an easy task. It's not just numbers. It's people. It's pressure. It's walking into rooms filled with men wh

years in Harvard can be put to use. Other

am Alexande

e to m

The way she looks at him makes me feel things I don't say out loud. Hope, maybe. Longing. A tiny bit of jealousy

'm gay, making it a lot more harder. I discovered I was gay when I was just 13 years old. Well, I don't really remember how

eriously, if someone doesn't like who I am, that's their problem. I've got bigger things to

opes I get to meet someone someday who will just sweep me right off my feet and make me happy for the rest of my life. You know,

quickly buried myself under the covers. My bed-oh God, my bed-was a literal cloud sent from heaven

ed my eyes and hoped that t

knew my life was

that comes right before a storm. I showered quickly, pulled on a freshly pressed navy-blue suit, and tied my tie th

bs like it wanted to escape. I tried to steady my breathing. This was it. The moment the elevator

he said with a polished smile. Her voice was calm, rehearse

te smile and no

d, a little cold. I walked past familiar faces, all of them giving me those unreadable expressions. Some were

cond before turning the handle. Inside, everything was the same. Nothing changed since the last ti

skyline. I tried to imagine

hem eat you

m. But I was alone. An

on the desk and

e w

aduate, the son, the gay guy with a taste for quiet eve

d it or not, the w