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4- loved

two boys were in love. they were in the same college art class. they sat next to each other. sometimes they talked, sometimes they just sat in silence enjoying each other's company. 

before long they started dating. ones parents supported them. they were happy for their boy. but the other's dad didn't take it so lightly. he yelled at them. and even at one point tried to hit his son. they took his things and left. shortly after they went to the other boy's house to gather his things while his parents were asleep. they pilled into their car and picked up all the money they had. earnings from part-time jobs, birthday money, things like that. 

and then they left town. they drove for hours before pulling up to a motel at around 6 in the morning.

their friends had wondered what happened to them. the professors asked other students as to why they hadn't shown up yet. but soon enough they put two and two together.

the two had run away together. they went to travel the world. they visited beaches and mountains. they stayed in cities for a few days and others for just mere hours. they were living out their youth with a free state of mind. no homophobic dads and no responsibilities. just the two of them. it was all they needed and all they wanted.

they met new people but never stayed in touch. their old friends would check up on them from time to time. by now they've all graduated from college. some have jobs, some have families, and some have both. others live alone and drifted from the original group from college. some moved in with each other, their bond never breaking. 

after a few years of traveling, they had finally come back. nothing much had changed. everyone still acted the same for the most part. minus the aging and families.

they opened a cafe together and lived in an apartment above. they even got a cat.

the boys had met in a college art class and they fell in love. they lived life to the fullest. they were happy. for a while at least. until one had been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.

they held hands while the taller lay on his hospital bed. the smaller cried, still firmly holding onto his lover's hand as the heart monitor flatlined. they had lived. and they had loved.