Secondary school is a drag. That's what Marid keeps saying, in the very least. Every day I hear him moan and complain about the workload and about how stupid our teachers are, but he always wastes his time chasing after girls he's never going to settle down with instead of doing his homework. Why would he do this, especially since he most likely already has a lovely woman waiting for him, dreaming of the day where he takes her hand in marriage. I know I'd never betray the trust of such a beautiful woman like Sahar.
Regardless, I follow behind Marid and his pals as they laugh and jab at each other, gossiping about which girl they think is the "hottest." It's pretty gross if I'm being completely honest. I must have verbalized my thoughts at that very moment because I distinctly remember hearing Amir's soft chuckle afterward. His laugh was melodious, it resembled the sound of a rolling thunder that would billow across a dark stormy night. I asked him if he was used to this type of conversation--thinking of the confusing disinterest he'd shown for it in the past--to which he simply replied, "Why would I be?" We didn't speak again.
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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭
Romance❝ When I walk into a room full of people, I always look for you first ❞ ஐ In which Zaki Hadad, a gay Saudi Arabian teen, struggles to accept himself in an oppressive society and outlets his feelings into his journal.
