This summer, almost a year later, I got a call. A call from his little brother. He was crying when he called me and I was beyond confused. I tried to calm him down and to geht him to tell me what happened. And then he told me.
Their parents made them move back to their home country. They were under the impression, that the boys were out of control here. And my sweet boy. He was in trouble. He had missed court dates and was supposed to be arrested. So he fled the country. And now he's gone. Just like that.
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Until fate did us part
Romancethis story is my own Its a short story about a boy who loved me This story was written in my notes as a way to cope but I decided to share it with you, because I have no one to talk to anyways Its very short and not very detailed but I hope you stil...
