Aryan Intergalactic

Ever Enough

a simple short story

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Madame Z
Sep 15, 2025
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“He never invites us over, though,” she said.

He’d never invite you over, the man thought to himself, is what you’re trying to say.

No, that’s exactly what you want to say.

Jack sipped his drink, finishing what was always left unsaid between them. Suspended in summer heat across the narrow drop of adjacent balconies, Jack and Terrence shared hearts but not a home.

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