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I see a group of people all pooled together

around something, or rather someone.


They all yell fight while they hold out their

phones.


It's my star boy in the middle, soaked from

Rain.


His brown hair sticks to his forehead.

His pearly teeth clatter against each other.

His brown eyes have dulled even more.

His porcelain skin has bruises littered

all over it.


And lying beside him, a broken bike.

Who dares hurt my star boy?

Ryan apparently.

And now I hurt Ryan.


One shove turns into several shoves, then

It turns into one punch. And that one punch

Turns into many.

I can't stop punching him. Again.

And again.

And again.

Until a shaking hand grips my wrist that was

about to punch into an already broken nose.


It's star boy's hand. He's crying.

His salty tears mixed in with the rain.

He says my name in his soft voice, it's nearly

a whisper. The way he says my name makes

my heart melt. With his british accent.


He begs for me to stop, so I stop for him.

His teary gaze has a new spark again. A

look of anger. He huffs with his pretty

pink lips.


And he drags me away.


What do I want from him, he asks.

Why can't I leave him alone, he asks.


I just want to help him; I want to

help you star boy.


His voice, I was so lost in his voice, in

His pretty brown eyes and brown hair.


I want to ask him if he's okay.

I want to tell him how amazing I think

he is. But I just tell star boy I'm sorry

In a sad whisper.


I finally look into his umber eyes. And

he looks into mine.


And that's when I know that I am in

love with star boy.


But star boy will never love me back. 

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