This is the perfect example of a story writing itself. When I started writing, I knew it was all supposed to be about a 2012 Ming finding out who he is, discovering his sexuality and crushing hard on a person he is sure cannot like him in return. But things happen and BAM, happy end. What I did not think would happen was Elliot becoming such a large character in here. He was only supposed to be Ming's colleague at the coffee place, and they were supposed to talk occasionally. Instead, they became best friends, and eventually even, for shortly, boyfriends.
But I knew what my end-goals were with this story, so their 'love-story' was not meant to be. Rather than just letting it go and letting Elliot enjoy singlehood for a little bit longer, Bobby suddenly arrived. Well, not suddenly. Bobby was always there, but in the background. He was one of the housemates at the Rosenbud Lane house. Riff's best friend, Lily's secret crush. He was the womanizer who could not commit to a serious relationship.
And then he and Elliot started seeing each other casually. And then not-so-casually anymore. And eventually, I just decided to give them a story of their own. A spin-off, to say. It's not the happiest story, as it's situated during the lockdown in 2020, and they really have to fight for their relationship to work.
Home We'll Go and The Art of Letting Go. They're still being written, but I have so much ideas for them.
For many more characters of this verse.
