josh lived with a foster family. his biological mother lost parental rights something like 1,5 years ago. the boy loved to walk the streets early in the morning. he usually was going out when the weather was foggy. everything seemed so blurry, stood in place. as it couldn't hurt anyone.
one day, when the pink-haired was walking the same street where no one was ever seen, he noticed someone about his age. 18 years old. the teenager looked like... like an ex-friend and also josh's ex-boyfriend. josh looked at him and stood still. he frowned. he thought of a treehouse that burned, but the house was so black and blue. he looked again at the boy but he was gone. "but he... he died, he had a funeral and i was there" he thought. trying to forget everything that happened, he began to move on again. he had to wait for college classes.
josh didn't like to go there; there were too many people who rated others. childish. most often he talked with teachers, the boy went trough a lot of stuff, so he had an opinion on many topics.
then he felt vibrations in his pocket. "ha, mom's calling". he knew she would listen to him. not like his biological mother or his friend's mother. ex-friend.
-josh, have a nice day. you have sandwiches in your backpack.
-thank you, mom. i love you, bye - he answered.
this non-biological mother, surprisingly, never told him that, and the biological mother did not too. this day seemed to be interesting.
after a while in college everything seemed as it always was, but at the same time... stale. he felt like... he went back in time, but people were still the same. like he missed something. in a moment, memories came to his mind. he didn't want to think about them; what was in the past must be left in the past. suddenly a classmate pulled him out of his thoughts. she was one of three, actually two people who knew that josh was bisexual. the first was his non-biological mother, the second was her, and the third was... josh's ex-boyfriend. josh counted it as 2 people because that ex-boyfriend was already dead.
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foggy boy ➾ joshler (eng/pl)
Fanfikcejosh looked at him and stood still. he frowned. he thought of a treehouse that burned, but the house was so black and blue. he looked again at the boy but he was gone. "but he ... he died, he had a funeral and i was there" ° fight for what yours. fi...
