Life is all about moving on.As I said, things were doing well. I would hang out with Swan, Andrew, Greg, I would party, study, work... I was living.
But I wouldn't write this story if everything was fine.
I can't talk about my teenage years without mentioning North.
He won't appear much in this story, but he was a part of it, and he did change my life consequently.
I met him through Andrew. He was our online buddy, our little treasure. Very often, he would disappear for months. Tho, him and I were closer than him with Andrew. He was, in my eyes, both my son and my great friend. Swan and I liked to take care of him or just tease him.
North was child-like and so freaking cute, I died at least a thousand times from his cuteness.
By the beginning of 2021, I had a wonderful family. Drew, Swan, North, and Gregory. Everything was looking good for all of us.
I started to put into work my desire to move in New York. Swan and I were saving money, I was studying and applying for the school I wanted, using every contacts I could from my boyfriend's parents and my dad. Everything was getting so serious, so real.
I didn't even see my birthday coming, and when I turned 18, everything was in my own hand.
Things were getting way serious with Swan. We would celebrate or 2 years anniversary, and we were stronger than ever. We lost touch with Drew a bit because he was in boarding school and trying to socialize more with the outside. Tho, we would always call each other at night and hang out together.
Drew was always part of the family. I would usually cook while Swan and him would chat together, than I would come back and talk his ears off, telling him everything as always. His favourite thing was to tease me and Swan, leaving us all hot and bothered, as the little shit he is.
But I liked everything second of it, every second of life with all of them.
Things were stable for a long time.
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katharsis
Short StoryFrom the moment I understood life, I never felt happiness ever again. -- It is a short story of how I lived my teenage years. It is my katharsis, leaving some things behind me with a much lighter heart. Read or not, I think writing to the world is b...