I was in the middle of my first day in german high school full of brats, annoying people and weird teachers that talked to me like I was a toddler just because I'm from Australia, when I entered the bathroom to a crying sound. Opening the door after making sure, in a rather weird conversation that he wasn't snorting some drugs on the toilet, I saw a boy crying. Covered in bruises. Immediately I started to help him. Made him sleep over at my place after taking him in after school for dinner. Over some time we grew closer and closer and it was harder to seperate the feelings I had towards him, from protection- And more. - - - May, 28th 2017
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