Jamie hasn’t dreamt of Jean in a long time.
He dreams of a boy who has a slight accent and small, dark eyes. He dreams of warm touches and kisses that cool his bones. The kind that doesn’t hurt or leave deep, dark marks on his hips. He dreams of the boy saying, “I love you,” and Jamie will say it back, because for this one, he means it.
That’s how they always end up as, in his good dreams. Sometimes Jean will only say “I love you” and Jamie will wake up soon after, feeling like it was all real. Sometimes he’ll dream of other boys, who are nice and handsome and don’t care about Jamie’s looks---inside and out.
They’re one of the rare good dreams he has.
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Psyche
Teen FictionJamie's other name might as well have been Silent. He went to school, visited his therapist, daydreamed about Jean Paul, and tried to never be alone when his aunt's boyfriend was in the house. He kept to himself. He was fine with that pattern till A...
