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17. Three Wishes

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Three wishes.
That's all ryan wanted.

So, as the night grew closer, the bright stars that appeared scattered across the sky, the boy looked up from his window. He closed his tired eyes and pressed his hands together, and the tiny voice in his head whispered the three things he wanted most in the world:

Love. Happiness. Freedom.

Ryan felt his heart pace as he opened his eyes once more, staring into the wide space that is the sky. He couldn't help but question his insanity, mumbling curses as he let his head fall into a pillow. So many thoughts and hidden feelings piled on top of the things already in his brain, making it difficult to drift asleep. It wasn't a surprise that those three wishes came to mind, picturing scenarios of when the time comes to play. Even at the age of nine, all Ryan wanted to feel, to truly experience those three simple things. But how long was he willing to wait?

Of course his school friends thought it was a crazy to wish upon a star, but Ryan was a believer. He was a believer of true love. And he knew one day he was going to find this wonderful person and fall in love. Maybe marry this person. Maybe not.

"You look tired, Ryan," Steven had said, eyebrows furrowed. "What time did you sleep, bro?"

The boy could only sigh, knowing his friend wouldn't understand. Thankfully, steven had moved on to another topic to talk about, acknowledging the light purple shadow under his eyes.

Even at the age of fifteen, Ryan would be sat on his bed, eyes fixated on the brightly lit stars, wishing for the same exact thing:

Love. Happiness. Freedom.

Freedom was important to Ryan. His mind replayed the scenes of first coming out to his family, the reaction unfamiliar; violent and disguted. he kept so many emotions buried inside of his heart, and it was like it could burst at any time. ryan wanted freedom. he wanted the freedom to love anybody, despite their gender, but he couldn't because of people that looked down on him, because of the people he thought he could trust the most, abandoming him for who he truly was.

ryan was scared. he was scared of society.

at the age of eighteen, ryan found himself a man to love, and all of his wishes came true. the man was kind and sweet, and he whispered sweet nothings to the boy's ears, making ryan's cheeks redden and his heart paced. but of course, it came to an end, ryan throwing all of the man's belonging at him, destroyed and betrayed.

"I thought you loved me!" ryan cried out, tears escaped bitterly as he threw pieces of clothes at the man he thought he loved. "ou're a lying piece of shi-"

"Babe, please calm down."

Ryan stared at the man, his heart tired. He wanted it to stop. he wanted time to replay on the great memories, the happiness that ryan once felt. but he knew deep down it couldn't. this was happening, and it only made matters worsen.

"Get out." Ryan whispered through tears, his voice broken and tired.

the man stood at his place, staring at the boy infront of him. "Babe-"

"You don't get to call me that anymore, Brent. Get out of my house."

And ryan watched as the love of his life walked away from his life, never to be heard of, or seen again. Ryan was broken, yes, but he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was free once again, and it had been a while since he felt it.