[BoyXBoy] Elliah White, 17 years old gay boy who always been bullied at his school. Grew up thinking that he was worthless and he hated himself because of his misarable life. He couldn't pass a single day without being beaten by the bullies.
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I looked at the mirror, watching my figure reflected on it.
My mind flashing back to my dream. One moment it felt so real, one moment it also seemed so abstract. That such a thing was undescribeable. It almost felt like I had been there. At that lake, caught up in the misterious man's strong embrace.
Those silver eyes. Tan skin. All those maschuline features of his body. Most importantly, the gentle touch of his hand that gave me shivers. It was all remembered by me clearly. Every second of it.
And of course, I couldn't forget about that little boy. He really looked like the other man, they might be father and son.
But then, I looked straight at the mirror and the reality hit me like a truck.
I am a boy, not a woman. I didn't have a breathaking features like she had. No curve. No crown. No beautiful curly long hair. No wings. Most importantly, I didn't have my king beside me.
It was all just me. Myself.
"Oh my God. I better get dressed."
I put my maroon shirt and my black jeans on. Of course, I didn't forget my hoody.
I walked out of my room and went to the kitchen. And no, I didn't see any breakfast being prepared. No mom. No dad. No one. It made me confused a little. I knew that my Mom and Dad were rarely home. But house never felt this empty before. Yesterday, even though my Dad had already gone to work, Mom was still sat at the dining table with her cup of coffee and her laptop. But at this moment, there was nothing.
I chose to ignore it and put my sneakers on before I went to school.
I didn't drive any car or motorbike. I knew my parents were loaded but I didn't have the nerve to ask them about it, about anything actually. In my opinion, as long as I could learn at school and eat a good food, I'd be fine. And then, when I turned eighteen, I will be free and live life seperated from my parents. With or without them was the same thing after all. So it wasn't a big deal. And my parents? Oh, they'd be very happy of course.
I walked across the street. Actually My school wasn't so far from my house. But, the fact that I was walking on my feet, it would take around twenty five to thirty minutes to arrive.
The street was wet, last night must be raining. But sun shone so bright. I loved it. One of the perks of a wet street was it's smell. I didn't know why, but it made me calm for some reason.
'SPLASHH'
I nearly jump off the steet when a lamborghini splashed a water towards me.
