Amir frantically called me today, and I couldn't help but find myself sprinting to meet him at our local park. I was worried, out of breath, and just generally out of shape, but I pushed onward. Upon seeing the messy mop of blond hair swaying in the wind, I pushed myself even harder despite my legs feeling like Jello. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him tightly and uttered small "thank Allah's" in panic. I felt his body go rigid within my grasp, but I didn't want to let him go--I couldn't let him go.
He asked me with sunken eyes and a lifeless voice why I was so worried, and I couldn't help but shout, "Because of you, dork!" at the top of my lungs. I quickly realized my loud tone of voice attracted the other park-goers along with mothers and their children, so I shut my mouth in embarrassment. I'm one thousand percent sure my face was completely flushed because even Amir couldn't help but crack a smile and laugh charmingly at my humiliation. Nevertheless, I was just glad he was okay. Or, rather, okay for now.
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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭
Любовные романы❝ 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.
