The young boy sat alone everyday at lunch but didn't feel lonely.
The young boy had imaginary friends but didn't feel like an outsider.
The young boy had a rough past but acted happy.
The young boy never kissed a girl but didn't feel unattractive.
The young boy got teased when he raised his hand in class but didn't lose confidence.
The young boy read mean comments about him on the bathroom walls but never defended himself.
The young boy got ignored at home but didn't feel neglected.
The young boy didn't feel like he should've if he was normal but the young boy was not normal.
The young boy didn't care about what others thought about him until a new presence was felt one day at school.
The young sensed the beauty in the new presence but didn't look.
The new presence got looked at and gawked at by girls but was oblivious to everyone else but a steadily built frame and slumped shoulders.
The young boy took a look at the new presence but saw nothing but beauty and was about to look away from overwhelmness but catched the presence's eyes.
The young boy saw deep light blue eyes, defined features and a feathery fringe covering the front head.
The young boy saw a light stubble and decides the new precense looked older and more mature.
The older boy shared the same look as the younger one, pure amazement.
The younger boy cared now.
the younger boy cared, but didn't change.
The older boy got friends and chatted and laughed that heavenly laugh the younger boy had decided was his favorite sound above all.
The younger boy got courage enough to say four words to the older boy. That's one more than the last time and the younger boy felt better.
The older boy had noticed the younger boy's shyness and delicate sharp jaw walking around at school and thought about those three words.
The younger boy took the bus after school and sat behind the older boy.
The older boy took the bus everyday and saw the younger boy always one seat back from his.
The younger boy thought about talking to the older boy but lost courage and stopped looking at the older boy as much.
The older boy saw the younger boys's empty and hopeless eyes and felt something inside of him. The older boy didn't know what these feelings were but was instantly afraid of them.
The younger watched everyday as the older boy talked to his friends and couldn't stop staring a little longer than he should've. The older boy felt the lingering eyes of the beautiful younger boy but didn't turn around.
The older boy was still afraid.
The younger boy was desperate and felt. He felt... lonely.
He felt like an outsider.
He felt his desperate feelings from his past claw at the insides of his stomach, beggening to be released.
The younger boy felt unattractive.
The younger boy lost confidence.
The younger boy felt neglected.
The younger boy was still not normal. The younger boy still didn't defend himself.
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The older boy got those waves of unknown feelings again as he looked down at the young boy.
The older boy still thought the young boy was beautiful, even when he looked so still and lifeless.
The older felt those feelings pouring out of him in one tear, rolling down his cheek painfully slow and reminding him of what he missed.
Those gorgoeus hazel green eyes looking dull but staring deep into his soul, and the older boy remembers he felt exposed and vulnerable.
The older boy felt the same now, laying down a single flower on the dark oak wood coffin and savouring those four words.
Those four words that will stay with him and remind him of a lovely young boy with nut brown flowy curls swept back a bit looking ruffled.
The older boy wished he could see those emerald eyes once again.
The older boy rounds the corner of tombstones when he thought about those four words once again.
"I like your shirt." with a slight stumble over the words.
The older boy pulled up the collar of the shirt, inhaling the scent thinking about the younger boy one last time before closing the gate.
This was a short story i came up with. I do not normally write as I'm really bad at it but I hope you liked it :)
