Chapter 88: Chapter 88

He’d broken down in her classroom, cried and sobbed and raged, but she’d taken it in stride, locked her door, and listened. When he’d calmed down, she’d told him about the LGBT Rights Group and given him a phone number he could call to get in touch with the Poetry Club.

He was convinced those thirty minutes with his professor had saved his life. After their conversation, he’d decided to take his life back and had started attending meetings at the LGBT Rights Group. But it was in the Poetry Club he’d thrived.

“I met a guy called Edgar,” Luca said and shivered as Gus’s hands continued to map out every inch of skin on his back. “He was a British exchange student, and he lived and breathed poetry. I think he knew all Shakespeare’s sonnets by heart.”

“Wow. That’s impressing.”