"It must have been the fact that the black inked sky was smiling down at me with twinkling teeth and that the wind smelled like lost inhibitions, drunken mistakes and the things that made boys heartbreakers."
oh my god, that was pure poetry <3_____<3
Don't even worry, this story is amazing so far. I can already see the character's personalities shining through the situations they're placed in and I know it's only going to get better from here.
I personally think that it's more than JUST OKAY. I feel bad for Ansel, because Henry has his heart and Henry ... his heart doesn't belong to Ansel. But I love Henry and Ansel and Theo and this story is amazing. Don't fret.
The amount of sheer emotion that has gone into every chapter is astounding. Even if it's so short, there's still plenty of stuff going on that has left me definitely hooked. You're a brilliant writer and I can't wait to read more! :D
This already has me wrapped around it's finger--figuratively, because stories don't have fingers, but I think you catch my drift. And two of the main things that reeled me in? The short summary and the little The 1975 lyric you snuck in the status. I'm writhing with anticipation for what's to come.
And I have a bit of constructive criticism. It isn't so much criticism as it is a friendly reminder. Try not to type so fast. And even if that isn't the case, you've made minor mistakes such as typing blue-blooded as blue-bloodb. It also appears that you're missing a word in this line, from what I can see: "... he was the blue the held Ansel together."
I don't mean to rain on your parade or anything. Can't wait for more!