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burning red

Grayson

I was fifteen when I started dating my very first girlfriend, Sarah.

Sarah was an amazing girl. She always had straight A's in school, she played piano, she was beautiful.

The kind of girl who grew up going to church every Sunday, never really partying or doing things of teenage nature that would be deemed ungodly.

If I'm in her room, the door has to be wide open. We keep the door open at my house too, per Sarah's preference.

I now go with her every Sunday to church? And then brunch with her family afterwards.

She wasn't allowed to stay over at my house, and she also wasn't allowed to have me stay over. Once in a while we'd attend a party or two together, but neither of us ever drank. We were just there to hang out with our friends.

If a color described our love, it would be white. Sweet, innocent, pure, and classy.

Everything was perfect. We had a genuine connection, and were even thinking about getting married someday after college was over.

There was another school in our town that shit down at the end of my junior year, and half of their students were being transferred to our school.

Now we'd be graduating with 200 more kids in our class, and I probably wouldn't have many classes with my friends, or even Sarah.

Sarah was perfect. She was super sweet, and one of the nicest people I knew.

I always thought Sarah and I would last forever.

Well, that was until Cassie came along and changed everything.