until the very end
four boys. one map. too many ghosts.
this is not a character page. this is a place where i keep the boys who taught me that love can be loud, reckless, and still sacred. this is where they live when the books are closed.
do not open unless you are ready
they were children when the war found them. they were friends when the world taught them how to betray. and still — somehow — they loved each other terribly and beautifully.
i love them because they are proof that friendship can be messy and holy at the same time. because they were young once, and loud once, and careless once — and i think that matters.
they remind me that love does not need to be perfect to be real. just loud. and loyal. and willing to burn for the people it chooses.
