Prologue Walking towards the furthest back of the library, I notice the black board that is hanging on the very side. There were tables in front of it. It was where tutors held their sessions. Suddenly, my heart starts to feel weak, my body starting to numb as I remember the memories with him. Tears are silently streaming down my caramel skin as I see the three words that once made me so happy— but now, it just made me miss him so, so much. It's been almost a year, and those three words never faded from the black board; no one dared to erase it... And somehow it really made me grateful. Trailing the three words with my fingers, I sob as I remember him write it. "Were you happy?" He asked that question when we started going out. Was I happy? I never answered his question, instead I gave him a kiss as an answer— and I knew he wanted to hear my words, or see it; but today, it's going to change. I pick up the White chalk on the holder and write with a trembling hand: "I was so happy... Very, very happy." And with those words, I break down on my knees. My heart feeling the stab of thousands of daggers. If I never met him that day... I probably wouldn't have to feel this... Painful, this sad, this sorrowful, this excruciating feeling; and my tears wouldn't be overflowing like this. However... If I hadn't met him— I wouldn't have been able to feel so happy, so blissful, so gentle, so dear, so warm, so blessed, and so loved like this. But today... I'll continue to hold back my tears, and look up at the sky— and wish that he would come back to me. I remember how my life used to be when he didn't save me from the torture of my own parents. I remember every single hit, every single insult, and every single scar on my pale, weak body. I was in the deepest of my misery— and if it weren't for him, I would be six feet under. Today, he continues to make me strong— though we've had our ups and downs, I knew... No, I know that he loved me ever so dearly, and I love him just as much— if not, then more. I sigh deeply, standing up, walking out of the empty library. It's a snowy afternoon in December— his favourite season, but he isn't beside me to admire the view; and that single fact alone makes me want to bury myself. I miss him so badly... so badly that it hurts just thinking about him. He was my saviour, my hero, the love of my life... He was everything to me, but I let him walk away from me. That was my biggest mistake; and now I'm paying the price. Step by step, I can feel my heart falling to pieces; but I have to stay strong— for him... for what we were. Maybe one day eventually, I can let it go... But for now... I can't help reminisce the past where you painted my life full of colours. You were the one who changed me... for the better. ___________________ A/N- hey guys! So this is a Boyxboy romance This is a preview of the present, and chapter one will be the past. I hope you enjoy this! Dedicated to Rhyan and Jay
This is so sweet~ Yes this genre is particular my close favourite in my heart and it's interesting to read.
Sorry if I offended anyone... I'm not against gays... Just really dunno what this means >< I don't mean any harm.
Chapter One "Dad, mum... I'm bisexual," I said with a slight smile on my face. Finally. I had said those words I wanted to say the most. I was proud of who I am, and I wouldn't change myself. It was me... and I outed myself. It's been too long to keep it hidden, and I was hurting. My sky blue eyes that were like my dad's, were staring at mum's mossy green eyes, and all I could see was disappointment, and somehow... happiness and pride. My heart fell. I wasn't expecting that. My dad's eyes were full of anger, hurt, disappointment, and disgust. My heart sank more. I wasn't expecting those. I thought they'd be happy for me. They said they loved me no matter who I am, or what I am... What's wrong now? I saw my dad tensing, clenching his fist, while my mum looked away... Obviously afraid of what my dad would do, or would say. "What did you say?" He asked angrily through his teeth. His voice was full on rage, and it scared me. Rhyan, you can't back out now. I encouraged myself. I gulped and tried again. "I'm bise-" before I could finish my sentence, I felt a strong punch to my jaw. I winced in pain as I fell on my bottom. I opened my eyes and saw my dad hovering over me. I felt frightened. Never have he hit me, until now. "You," he screamed together with profanities, while kicking me hard on the guts. I coughed blood on the third power kick of his. For an old man like him, he surely knew how to throw a great punch and kick. I was losing my consciousness, but before I did... I saw my mum looking at me with saddened eyes. Tears were silently streaming down her face while she looked at me in remorse. Save me, ma. I screamed inside my head; and I knew my eyes said it all— but she just walked away and handed me to the devil. I felt betrayed and worthless. But did I regret coming out? No, I didn't. I loved myself for who I am, and I stand for what I am. The only thing that changed was my opinion of my parents. I guess, they don't love me to the point of accepting who I really am. But no matter how much I tried to hate them, I couldn't. I loved them from the depth of my soul; and no matter what abuse I get, it will never change. I came out to my parents on my last year of middle school. I suffered from depression, self-harm, and anxiety. My thoughts were suicidal, and no matter how many times I try to cut, swallow pills... I wouldn't die. I was in the pit of my despair... And I had no one... Until I met Jade on the first day of high school in Newton High. We were tight, and she experienced the same thing as mine. She was lesbian, and I loved her dearly as a friend. We both helped each other through it, and we got it on. Though we were abused at home and at school, we stood together. We were physically and mentally screwed, and I don't know about her... But I felt unloved completely. Especially when we both got kicked out of Newton High because some homophobic pricks framed us for dealing drugs. Luckily it wasn't added on our transcript, and we were just let go by the school at the end of our freshman year. Summer vacation passed, I suffered from countless abuse by my father. I didn't have anywhere to go. Jade was locked inside her room because her mother was screaming profanities at her, accusing her of sleeping with a woman— and that was so wrong in her bible. I cried every night, wishing for my life to end; but I also stood up and went towards the future without looking back. But in the end... I couldn't escape reality where everyone was against me. The friends I made before, left me... I only had Jade, and no one else. The only thing I wished for last is for Evergreen High to be a peaceful place to go to school to. No 99.90% population of homophobic pricks. Jade and I had our fantasy school. A school where no one would be judged harshly, a school where people will accept us for our race, sexuality, and our mentality. Jade and I hoped we would go through our last three years of high school in Evergreen high to be great. I sighed and closed my eyes. The next day was the first day of sophomore year, and somehow I couldn't help but feel excited, exhilarated, nervous, and frightened at the same time. But I knew deep inside me that the first day of school would be a blast. A small smile tug on my lips, and it was permanently there even when I fell asleep. _____________ This is like an introduction or something. A filler of a sort enjoy x