I saw him yesterday. i hugged him and told him how much i missed him, i remember him crying after what i said, my hear ached by the sight and i cried too, we cried in each other's arms for minutes and only stopped when he confessed the reason why he was avoiding me. richard loves me and emily realized that when i started dating her, he didnt wanted to ruin her 'relationship' with me, and emily convinced him that it would be the best to not talk to me, i hate emily and i dont care about her.
i realized it, im gay. i love him, i love his laugh, i love his brown hair, i love how he hugs me, i love his manly hands, i love his shoulder, i love his hazel eyes that reminds me of honey, i love how he cries, i love how he kissed me that night, i love how we embraced each other that night, and i love the idea of emily crying after she hears about him and me.
my mother is not happy, but i iam. emily told my mother about it, mother and emily both screamed and insulted me for my actions, it hurted to see my mother like that and i couldnt help but let some tears fall down my cheeks while they yelled at me with anger and hatred, i leaved the house and went to richard's, his parents accepted me and i stayed there for the rest of the week, my mother never called me nor tried to speak to me, the same goes to emily. maybe i should do something to fix it, but i dont care enough.
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-what are you writing? - richard questioned, his gaze was fixed on the dark skinned man, who's looking at a notebook with a pencil on his left hand.
-just.. - he hesitated, he turned his head to look at richard. the eyes of his lover gived him the enough courage to speak. -its my diary, i have been writing on it for a while - he lets out a small laugh and waved his hand dismissively.
richard smiled and nodded, his eyes shifting back to his phone. the man sitting at the other side of the bed stays quiet while thinking what to write next on the notebook, after some seconds he flips the pages and goes back to the first page with his name written on it
'alexander's diary, do not touch!'
he finds hilarious how the handwritting looks better than the one on the other page, he thinks that maybe practice would help, his mother would already scolded him for his handwritting if it wasnt that she was not here at the moment. he closes the notebook and lays on the bed, the night might have just started, but he's already too tired to stay awake.
-goodnight alexander - richard said as he noticed him closing his eyes
-goodnight richard -
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(really short story, but its ok. anyways, please leave your opinions on the story and if you want give me some idea for a new story or something)
(goodbye and have a nice day)
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Short Story-im not gay, why everyone says that? they should just mind their own bussines and leave me and richard alone - i was bored so i wrote this its my first 'story' so please leave recomendations on how to do better, only if you please of course.
