It had never occured to Benji that a relationship that seemed so perfect, could be so sour. Just as it had never occured to Benji that someone he hated could hate himself more.
For a long time, he had been blind. He only saw what he wanted, he supposed. A young boy, stepping in to fill his shoes, taking his place. A man who looked fondly at him in a way he'd never done to him. They seemed so perfect, so unfairly perfect for one another. It made his blood boil. Why did he get to be happy with the guy he'd had first?
But lately, the blindfold across his face was slipping, falling down at his feet, and the glaring reality hurt his eyes.
As much as it thrilled him to hear Happi crying, to see him breaking into hideous sobs that were too loud for such a tiny body sent a completely different feeling through him.
The first night he found him in the open lot near the trailers, knees sunk deep into the dirt, shaking from the hard crying, he'd rolled his eyes. A fight, big deal, every couple had