Rhys felt like a piece of shit. As he chased after his childhood friend, Hill at his side, he could feel his heart tearing in two.
One half was reserved for Kellen, always would be, the other half…Gunther took up a large portion of that.
They had been friends for a long, long time. Rhys would have had photos of them being together in kindergarten if a gate hadn't opened above his family's apartment. They went back, over 20 years they had known each other, and yet Rhys had to stand in front of him and protect another man from him.
Rhys couldn't get over the look in Gunther's eyes as he realised that Rhys was standing against him, not with him. He'd looked betrayed. He'd looked hurt. He'd looked…angry.
