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lost boy

Prompt: Troyes a lost boy

It's 6 am, it's raining, and I'm in love.

The rain, cold and pounding, drenches my hair and sticks it to my forehead. My clothes are soaked and the trees around me make creaking sounds at the pressure the water is supplying.

The time, the sun just coming up and birds just barely chirping, leaves fog hanging in the air so thick that car accidents are bond to happen.

I'm alone, my heart beating quickly and soundly, the park eerily quiet besides the sound of horrible weather. I love horrible weather.

My minds reeling with a certain green eyed boy that I have been obsessing with for years. My best friend, my lover, my life support. Connor.

We've been dating for three years now, starting his Sophomore year and my Freshman year when we decided that being just friends wasn't cutting it. Now it's the day of Connors graduation and I wish more than anything to go back to that first awkward day of holding hands and sloppy kisses.

Connor leaves for college in a week. 7 day, 168 hours, 604800 seconds. I've never been to good with numbers but I definitely know those aren't enough.

Once he leaves and I stay back in this small town full of small people he's going to forget about me. He's tried to reassure me that he won't but in case you haven't noticed the gorgeous boy doesn't know he's gorgeous. Everyone will want him.

Im supposed to be at our school right helping him get ready to go on stage for graduation. Our school, one that will soon only be mine. I can see the future clearly from where I stand now, soaked and alone.

Connor will go away, meet a group of equally creative and inspirational people. He'll meet a boy who sees what I see, his good looks, his amazing personality, his charm. They'll fall in love and Connor will accomplish all of his goals and I'll just be a distant memory. My tears mix with the rain.

I suppose I should be happy for him. He's going to his dream school and has a good chance at living the life he's always talked about and here i am wallowing in self pity.

I'm proud of him though, even if that means I could and will potentially lose him. He deserves a good man, a good life. I can't give him that. I'm just a kid who likes to tell myself that I have my shit together.

"Troye?" A familiar voice yells above the wind and I turn around to find Connor standing only feet in front of me.

"What are you-"

"Where have you been? I've been searching everywhere for you." He seems upset, his eyes red and his face blotchy but that could easily be the weather.

"I've been here."

"Why?"

"To think." He takes a step closer and runs a hand through my wet hair, pushing it out of my face.

"Don't you want to be at my graduation?" He's upset, definitely upset.

"What? Yea, of course. I just needed...uh.."

"Have you been crying?" I look down at our feet, more tears welling in my eyes and I'm more than grateful when he pulls me into a hug. Even when I've made him upset he still cares for me. "What's wrong my beautiful boy?"

I sob loudly at this because that's the last thing I need right now, for Connor to give me more feelings only to take them when he goes.

"Is this about me leaving for college?" I just nod against him and he sighs. This is obviously something I've made a big deal of before.