My Home Is With You [LGBT+]

I stare at the flames licking at the walls, pieces of plaster crumbling to the ground like cookie crumbs. Someone stops me. I look up with wide pani…I stare at the flames licking at the walls, pieces of plaster crumbling to the ground like cookie crumbs. Someone stops me. I look up with wide panicked eyes as I beg them to let me go, my only family is in there damnit! I've already lost my family once, I cannot bear to lose them as well. And with everything burned to ash, I realize that sacrifices need to be made. There are people we would give everything for. And still, all I want to do is pretend this isn't happening, pretend my family wasn't taken away simply because they're immigrants, because their skin isn't as white as snow or because they can't speak English well. I want to pretend the flames aren't real as the cries of children fill the air. But then I met him. And I thought he was the same. Arrogant. Powerful. Heartless. And it's hard to admit I was wrong because from the moment we met I should have known he would become my home. ___ Official version of My Home Is With You. INCOMPLETE. Edited and modified, character name changes and more. Now you can find it as paperback or on Kindle :) https://www.amazon.com/My-Home-You-R-Shan/dp/B095GD5RQJ/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1622131919&sr=1-2 Read more