I held a tight grip on his hand, I shook my head. Please, -- don't do this.
His hand grazed my cheek, "oh Benjamin." He sighed. "You just don't understand."
I froze. "But what if I did?"
He smiled, -- his bright white teeth shining in the darkness. "But you won't."
And the last thing I felt was his is cold pale hand touching mine. My body getting cold, as the wind chilled my body. All I remember was placing my hand on the concrete wall beside me, -- and falling.
And when I woke up, all that was left was a bloody hand and a scar that would never go away.
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Teen FictionSeventeen-year old Benjamin Woods is scared. He is scared of being judged. He is scared of being hated by his religious parents. He is scared because he is gay. [used to be called the boy i loved]
