The park bench was cold, but Perry barely noticed through his tears. His lover was gone—just like that. No fight, no goodbye, just we’re done.
A sharp voice cut through the night. Blinking, Perry saw two men arguing near the fountain. Then—a gunshot. One staggered and fell while the other fled.
Panic gripped him, but his feet moved. Kneeling beside the wounded man, Perry’s breath hitched.
I...I’ll help you,he whispered, slipping an arm around him.
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