Beautiful Hearts | By Jax Calder

"You see things differently," Miller said one afternoon, his voice barely a whisper.

As the weeks bled into months, the quiet parts became theirs. They found them in the late-night drives to the ridge, in the stolen glances in crowded hallways, and in the way their fingers brushed when they shared a bag of chips. Miller realized that the "perfect" life he was supposed to want felt hollow compared to the electricity he felt when he was with Ollie. Beautiful Hearts by Jax Calder

Ollie didn’t look up, but his charcoal slowed. "The world is too loud, Miller. I just try to find the quiet parts." "You see things differently," Miller said one afternoon,

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. Miller realized that the "perfect" life he was

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.