Miller stood at the crossroads of who he was meant to be and who he actually loved. He looked at Ollie, whose heart was laid bare, pulsing with a terrifying, beautiful honesty.

Ollie didn’t look up, but his charcoal slowed. "The world is too loud, Miller. I just try to find the quiet parts."

In a small town where everyone’s future seemed written in stone, Miller and Ollie were the only two who dared to color outside the lines.

"I'm not going to let them break this," Miller promised, his hand finding Ollie's in the dark. "They don't get to decide what our hearts look like."