The Path of Nevermore

This is a story of small moments, and a story about stories, in different points in time. It's a love story, too, of a kind.*Freddie got up, shrugged, adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder, brushed non-existent dust away from his immaculate trousers, and started walking, confident that Roger would follow him.Roger was left staring at his back. What on earth had just almost happened? Had he just almost – almost kissed his best friend? And had it seemed as though he might have wanted to kiss him back? And in a public place, too – in broad daylight – in the park? He froze in horror. What had come over them?