𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙮𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 - 𝙍𝙚𝙙

// 𝙃𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙧 /// 𝙅𝘿 & 𝙅3𝙏 //

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// 𝙅𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑 //

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It was the middle of the night, I stood outside in the cold rain with a cardboard in my hands with the text: "𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮."

I just got kicked out of my house because my parents just found out that I am bisexual. Before I left with only my backpack and cardboard I destroyed a photo from my parents and I. I can't believe they kicked me out, I really thought they loved me.

I've been standing next to the road for more than two hours now. As more cars drove by me I couldn't take it anymore. I walked onto the road and sat down with the sign in front of me just waiting for someone to run me over.

For an hour long the road was dead, no car drove by anymore. I stood up and took my sign with me to the bridge that was only a minute away from here. I walked towards the bridge, layed my elbows on the edge and looked down at the water.

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// 𝙂𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑 //

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I was driving on a dead road but then I suddenly saw someone leaning on the edge of a bridge while looking at the water. I braked and rolled down the window.

"𝙃𝙚𝙮, 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮?" I asked as he turned around.

"𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧." He said as he picked up a piece of cardboard.

"𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜?" I asked as he came over to my car.

"𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙩? 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨." He said.

"𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚?" I asked as I unlocked the door for him.

"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩." He said while he opened the door and sat down.

"𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩?" I asked him as he closed the door and fastened his seat belt.

"𝙔𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙙𝙤, 𝙄 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚..." He said, his underlip trembled before he broke out in tears.

"𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮?" I asked as I stroked arm while he held his head in his hands.

"𝙃𝙢𝙢." He mumbled through his tears.

"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪." I said before I stopped stroking his arm.

I started the car again and drove furthur home. I put on the radio and asked what kind of music the guy liked, he had the same taste as me which made it even better.