He probably knew, when he first saw the other one crying. As the dark blue fought with the teary red around it and he knew that it couldn't be. Red and blue were complementary colors, they weren't supposed to match with each other. But they did. Him and crying didn't match. He was supposed to be happy. That would be a match, but nothing else. He knew nothing else to do than to hug him. The other boy hugged back and he himself made a decision. He would fight anyone for him. Cause he couldn't stand seeing him crying and being sad.
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Twelve
Short StoryHe probably knew, when they kissed. No. He certainly knew, when they kissed. A short story.
