Just one more minute

teenage

The bullying started in the last year of middle school.
It never stopped.
And he never stopped fighting it for me.

He'd always find me.
Crying in the corner.
In the nurses office.
In the bathroom.
He always found me and whipped my tears.

Homeschooling was easier than teaching some teenagers how to behave.

He still didn't leave me, however.

He'd always stop by after school.
Sometimes Felix would come as well.
But he always came.

He would stay in my room.
In my bed.
Our arms would brush lightly from being so close.

One day he just took my hand in his and he never stopped doing it since then.

I would whisper. Only for him.

"Music?"
"Movie?"
"Friends?"

"Yes of course." He answered every time.

He never whispered back. He always spoke. His voice echoed through my empty room and I loved it.