This story is a love tale of two heirs from two wealthy British families. It follows how a gay couple, Henry and Maxwell, must fight against their families and society for their love. The narrative explores the concepts of right and wrong, and good...
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As the evening grew darker, the number of people at the Elizabeth bus station started to dwindle. Some people got off the arriving buses, while others boarded, heading towards their destinations.
At 6:00 PM, only four people remained at the station. The benches at the Elizabeth bus station were a light sky-blue color, and there was only a simple tarpaulin to protect from rain and sun. Above, a sign read 'Elizabeth Bus Station.' It was a government-run bus station, but it was quite isolated, though today many people were coming and going. Despite its unappealing reputation, the station saw plenty of foot traffic.
Surrounding the station, people barely referred to it as a station. A line of trees welcomed passersby with their greenery, providing shade and comfort. The little sunlight left was also softened by the foliage.
On one of the station's benches sat an elderly couple, dressed in old Victorian-style clothing. The wife rested her head on her husband's shoulder, holding his hand, eyes closed as if reminiscing about beautiful memories. They seemed to be passing the time, waiting either for a bus or perhaps someone special.
Far from them, where flower pots were kept, sat a heavyset man in peculiar black rocker-style clothing. His outfit had ripped patches around the shoulders, as if part of a new trend. He kept looking at a young boy standing nearby with a look of disgust, repeatedly making faces at him.
Between the elderly couple and the peculiar man, a boy stood engrossed in his phone, seemingly chatting with someone. He wore white pants and a white shirt, with a pink coat on top and white shoes. It was clear that the overweight man didn't like his outfit, finding it ridiculous.
The overweight man had a certain stereotype of the boy in his mind, seeing him as odd or unconventional. A boy in pink clothes? And wearing a shiny friendship band or a sparkling bracelet on his wrist? To the man, the boy was clearly gay, which he thought was terrible, especially for a boy wearing pink clothes.
Unaware of these judgments, the boy put his phone in his pocket and looked up. His hair was completely black and messy, with green-ringed eyes and a fair complexion. His lips were well-groomed, as if he had applied lip balm. He looked very innocent. Just then, a song started playing from his pocket, with lyrics like, "When I see your face, you're looking so hot. Pick up the phone, I am your darling." He pulled out his phone, his face lighting up with happiness, as if he had been waiting for the call. He held the phone close to his face, carefully ensuring no one overheard, and began speaking softly.
"Hello? Dear?" he said in a sweet voice.
"Oh, sorry, the bus will arrive in just ten minutes. Please wait for me," came a male voice from the phone.
"You know I've been waiting for so long," the boy responded.
"Lucas, I understand, but you need to understand too. I lied to my parents, telling them I was going out with a friend they like-meaning you. I've denied it many times, but they don't know I'm actually going on a date with you. Oops, silly me, we've been boyfriends for so long now. Lucas loves Lucius!"
