This boy next to my room

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June

At the end of the dinner, several guards and my friends escort me into the large reception hallway, the one where a policeman had put a bracelet around my wrist. The further we go the heavier my suitcase seems to be, I really don't want to leave this wonderful place.

At least, not until I see Connor for the last time.

"Do not go any further." The policeman signals to my friends.

This is the crucial moment, I only have time to let my umpteenth tear fall when I see the imposing body of my father, in the distance, advancing towards us in slow motion. My throat closes so tightly that I feel nauseous.

This is the end.

Time seems to stand still as he stops in front of me, his face closed. I didn't even realise I'd burst into tears. Behind me, Tyler and Kat fight the guard to give me one last hug, but my mind is focused on dark and absent eyes.

My hand is forcibly lifted and my bracelet is automatically removed along with my memories which become painful.

"Let's go now." Says my father as he supports my shoulder.

I tighten my grip on my suitcase then turn around one last time. They're all smiling sadly at me and it tears my heart apart.

"We'll never forget you baby!" Tyler shouts.

"Don't worry about Connor, we'll put that fucker in his place!" Kathy continues.

I laugh nervously but the next thing I see as I go out of the reformatory, is my tears spilling down my cheeks like a swimming pool, all the voices seem far away and then my heart chokes me, I can't catch my breath.

I feel so crummy thinking about what Tyler told me earlier, is he really with Cynthia? Was he waiting for me to leave for this? The tears mix with the driving rain outside, it's getting dark and my dad looks at me like I'm annoying.

"What's the matter? I thought you didn't like this place."

I shake my head, I feel dizzy and have to stop.

"June move on, it's fucking raining." He does, grabbing my wrist and heading for the big gate.

"Stop, you're hurting me."

"Then hurry up !"

At his last words he let go of my wrist and hurriedly opened the gate, I reluctantly followed him, my throat completely dry and my hair coarse from the humidity. I then see the car that had escorted me here parked right in front of the driveway.

I took a last breath, realising that he was definitely not coming, and then walked forward without turning around.

It's definitely the end.

"NO !"

My heart literally leaps in my chest as I hear the desperate, distant voice and the footsteps running at full speed behind me, I turn around and everything happens too fast. I am thrown against the chest of the one I have been waiting for, behind him are three angry policemen.

Connor..

"I'm sorry June, I couldn't because..."

"It's all right, Connor. You're here, that's the main thing. I love you."

"I love you so much, please don't forget me, in a few years this will all be over in London."

Tears well up in my eyes, but the smell of his sweater calms me instantly. What hurts the most is knowing that I won't be able to feel him against me again for a long time. I feel that with his forced embrace, he also doesn't want to let go of me everything around us has faded away I only see us in the middle of this winter rain. I can already imagine us in London, happy, talking about this story and laughing.

My heart is pounding and all I can hear is my sobs muffled by his warm cloth. It's then that I realise how much he has touched my heart, how love can be so beautiful and so destructive at the same time..

And how much I love the effect he has on me.

I want to be with Connor every fucking moment, forever. I feel so powerful with him. I know we're too young, maybe even too immature to offer each other healthy love but everything will change when I go to him. I feel like he's the one because I've never felt so much passionate attraction to anyone but him, it goes beyond sexual attraction.

The funny thing about this story is that the me of the past would have said:

How could I have fallen in love with the boy next to my room?

---- The end.