Fallen Brook

They say every love story has a beginning. If that’s the case, then mine started when I was nine years old. Jayson, Ryder, and I grew up together. We were inseparable, bound by a friendship that felt unbreakable. They were my family, my constants—my forevers.

As we grew older, our feelings deepened into something more. What was once simple became tangled with emotions we couldn’t ignore, and somewhere along the way, our friendships became…complicated.

Falling in love with your best friend is hard enough. Falling in love with two of them? It has disaster written all over it.