Decided By Fate (Preview)

Act 1, Chapter 20

As I ran down the sidewalk, I could feel my heart beating faster, and it didn't stop during the bus ride. Believing that my life was about to change once I stepped off the iron beast. It made me smile as I looked down at myself. It's a miracle anyone actually likes me, let alone wants to be intimate with me. I thought as my cheeks lit up with a rosy red shade. I was genuinely happy that this would soon be my life and that I would soon be getting away from Hank. Although I was hesitant about living with my aunt and uncle since they were the family on Hank's side but lived much closer to my mother.

It was a risk being close to her again and having a potential leak in my aunt, filling her in on all the details of my life since they were still supposedly close. Only, it was necessary if I wanted to have my own future away from all of this. A year from now, I'd be living with Simon and not have a care in the world, or so I hoped. All I had to do was try and stop hurting myself for the both of us so that he didn't have to worry about me while being so far away from one another. Our relationship had added a new layer of restrictions, one of them I wasn't sure I could respect, but I'd have to if I wanted the life it promised me.

My daydream was suddenly interrupted as the bus pulled up outside the hotel. It was late afternoon, and the sun gave the building a golden glow and a romantic feel while the lower floors were shrouded by light rays breaking through the leaves. This was it. There was no going back now as the bus's brakes disengaged and pulled away from the stop with me no longer on it. I hesitated for a moment as I stood there at the stop. Taking a deep breath, I collected myself enough that I was able to head to the hotel's entrance, anxious to see my boyfriend.

I didn't have to wait long to find him, though. Standing outside the hotel's entrance, Simon leaned against one of the yellow pastel walls. In his hand, he had a small bag of supplies resting over his shoulder. He was easy to spot because of his iconic red flannel shirt, clashing with the soft colour of the wall. As I got closer, Simon hadn't seen me yet, which gave me the element of surprise. Without a second thought, I charged at the boy and yelled his name at the top of my lungs.

"Simon!" I screamed.

My voice was enough to disrupt any peace present in the world within a kilometre radius. On the other hand, Simon was rehearsing in his head what he would say to me when I showed up. Jumping back due to a mix of emotions, Simon whipped his head over to look at the source of the scream. Our eyes locked as he saw me running full tilt at him. Spreading his arms to hug me, I wasn't slowing down. Instead, I leapt into the air and wrapped my arms around the boy's neck. Having too much momentum behind me when our bodies collided. We fell onto the grass that sat right next to the wall Simon had been leaning on.

"Hey, beautiful." He whispered into my ear while holding me in his embrace.

Hearing Simon's voice was like receiving a gift from an angel. All of my doubts and worries in life were lifted at that moment. Then, it was replaced with only the love I shared with the boy. He was my home. Before I replied, I held the boy down against the grass and pressed my lips against his aggressively. I needed to taste him as my senses were overloaded with lust-charged hormones. I could feel that my aggression was turning Simon on down below. We fought for dominance, seeing who could kiss the other more. It was a competition of quick pecs on each other's faces until I finally gave in and curled up on his chest.

"Hi," I whispered to him.

That was all that I felt was necessary to say. It was my form of saying thank you to him for the compliment. We were finally together again. That's what made our hearts beat faster as Simon kissed the top of my head. Like me, he was happy to see me one last time in person before I left for the next five months. Better yet, we would share our first times with one another, with no restrictions this time. Being his playful self, Simon pushed me off him gently as I rolled off till I was lying on the grass.