GENRE: Gay Romance
LENGTH: 47,762 words
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Carl Moore is an auto mechanic and a small-town boy in a small town in eastern Oregon. He longs for adventure, tired from being tied down to his troubled family life and the town’s judgement.

Then a drifter named Allen comes to town and takes a job as a cook at the local diner. It’s friendship at first sight which quickly turns to like, but just as their friendship progresses, disaster strikes town, and Carl and Allen are forced to flee.

When they return, their troubles are only beginning, this time in the form of a man from Allen’s past as well as Carl’s father.

Will they get a chance to find happiness?

EXCERPT:

The storm outside raged on, but inside, the air was filled with a different kind of fire, a warmth that chased away the chill of fear and doubt. They held each other close, finding solace in the simple act of being together, in the knowledge that even in the midst of uncertainty, their love was a constant, a beacon of hope in the darkness.

Carl held Allen close, and an impulse came to him. He leaped off the mattress and ran to the front door, throwing it wide open.

“What are you doing?” Allen asked, curious. Carl didn’t answer him, instead he smiled, and ran outside in his boxers. Allen threw aside the covers and joined him, dancing and laughing in the rain.

“This is crazy.” Allen laughed as they held each other, soaking wet and muddy. A car drove slowly past them and then sped up.

“I know, but who cares?” Carl said, kissing Allen. Minutes later, soaking wet and cold from the rain, they went back inside.

“This was the most impulsive thing I’ve ever done.” Carl laughed, running across the room to the bathroom for a towel to dry off.

He looked at Allen, his heart filled with a renewed determination. The town’s expectations, the whispers, and the stares, would not extinguish the fire that burned within him, the fire of his love for Allen.

They slept, lulled by the heavy pattering of rain over their heads.

Carl was up early. He walked to the kitchen, and while the coffee was brewing, he sat down at the table. He knew that he had a choice to make, a choice that would determine their future. He could remain trapped in the confines of the small town, bound by the chains of his family’s history, or he could break free, taking Allen’s hand and forging a new path, a path where their love could bloom without the weight of the town’s expectations.

The choice, like a flickering ember, hovered in the air between them, a promise of both hopes and uncertainty. He knew that the journey would be fraught with challenges, but he also knew that with Allen by his side, he could face anything. The only thing that hung over him was the conversation he knew he wanted to have with his father.

What am I going to say to him? The things I’ve already said before? Getting sober and fixing the rifts that opened between us? How, just how? Carl reached for his phone and tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail. He tried once more, and was so engrossed in staring at the screen, that he didn’t hear Allen entering the kitchen, so when Allen spoke, he almost jumped.

“Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No worries, I was so involved trying to call my dad, I didn’t hear you waking up.”

They had a cup of coffee together and sat in silence. An hour later, they were sitting in the newly re-opened diner. Allen was off that morning, so he was happy to spend it with Carl watching the view.

The air hung heavy with the scent of pine needles and the unspoken tension between them. Carl stared out the window of the diner, his gaze fixed on the familiar silhouette of the mountains that loomed over their small town. The fire had left its mark, a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the choices that were made in the face of adversity.

The other major marks left by the fire showed in the rebuilt Main Street. Rhett’s Department store was in the same space, sparkling in modern chrome and glass. The bookshop and cleaners, the supermarket, all back once more. Life was returning, even the trees were healing, albeit slowly.

Allen stood beside him, his hand resting lightly on Carl’s shoulder. “You alright, babe?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. Carl’s gaze shifted to meet his, the worry etched on Allen’s face mirroring his own turmoil. He let out a shaky breath, the weight of the decision bearing down on him.

“It’s just ... everything feels different now,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. The fire had been a crucible, testing their limits and forcing them to confront their deepest fears. But it had also ignited a spark within him, a yearning for something more, a desire to break free from the cycle of disappointment that had defined his life.

Allen tightened his grip on his shoulder, his thumb tracing circles on the worn fabric of his shirt. “What do you mean?” he asked, his brow furrowed with confusion. Carl couldn’t meet his eyes, afraid of the truth that was bubbling to the surface.

“This town ... it’s all I’ve ever known,” he said, his voice laced with resignation. “My family ... everything I am ... it’s all connected to this place. But I’m tired of the whispers, the judgment ... the feeling that I’m always going to be defined by my father’s mistakes.”

He looked at Allen, the lines of his face softened by the gentle light that illuminated the diner. “With you ... I feel like I can be someone else, someone better. But I’m scared ... scared that it won’t last, that I’ll drag you down with me.”

Allen’s gaze held Carl’s, his expression filled with understanding and an unwavering love. “You’re not alone, Carl,” he whispered, his voice laced with a quiet strength. “We’re in this together, whatever you decide. But I need you to trust me. Trust yourself.”