It had been weeks since I had seen Eric, yet I remembered his face well. The day I left was the day my heart broke. I just had not realized it yet. He was unique, talented. Eric was a musician, an artist, a sculptor, a writer, and one of the most profoundly amazing men I'd ever met. I had made my choice, though. At least, I thought I had. It was the night just before my wedding, and I went looking for him. I had to know t...

It was about two o'clock in the morning and I was texting my friend Jason.We'd been friends for almost two years and I knew I could depend on him. We'd joke around, exagerrating about how horny we were and talking about anime conventions and other things we were both into, tonight being no different.That night, my fiance had left me in the cold again because he had school the next morning, leaving me so hot under the coll...