The Incorrigible Life of Mine ( Pt. 1 )

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"Hey, Ruben?"



Awry, he shot me a glance.


"...Will you keep in touch, even after you move?"



Half-considering this he coincides, "I'll try my best,"


"Always."






His response was anything but half-relieving, as a million different questions hindered themselves within my brain.

All except one.

"And, one other thing...?" I said, holding my tongue.


Almost automatically he replied, "What's up?" in an upbeat-tone. His voice, speckled with concern, became evident beneath his wavering curiosity.


. . .

"...Oscar?"




"...Do you think we'll grow apart someday?"

Do you think we'll grow apart someday?"

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Riddle me this. Wherever in your heart was the last time you fell victim into the arms of a transcendent love with the son of active militants - only to revoke those feelings to the ends of Tartarus if it all meant concealing the pain-riveting truth?

The son of whom - like all children born with loving parents pursuing their heated desires for their country - are dragged along until the day they move on from this brief little chapter of their lives...?

Even if it meant that darling boy's chapter was... by a single slip of kindness... entwined to yours?

I'm Oscarine.

Oscarine Borealis.

My friends... well, if there were any left after the boundary-changes, call me Oscar.

How did my incorrigible life ever condition itself to a boy I met in the eighth grade?

How did my incorrigible life ever condition itself to a boy I met in the eighth grade?

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