GOD'S WILL

GOD'S WILL

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Last published Mon, Sep 17, 2018

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War. Something terrible, sad. Men fight for power, freedom, and wealth. Bombs were thrown, swords were slashed, guns were fired. On a night, the war ended. The bad guys won. The bad men drank, stomped on the dead bodies, took what the good guys loved in victory. And on that night, a woman cried. The bravest soldier had died that night, he was the most nicest, handsome, and powerful man. He was a good guy. And, the husband of that woman who cried. She was lost, with a child growing in her stomach. And on that night, she delivered that baby, her father and mother helping her. That child was surprisingly born early, his hair as dark as the night. His nose was as cute as a button, his lips as plump and full as love, his eyes as nice as the clouds. His jawline as sharp as a knife. "He was a gift from the gods." Was a compliment from his mother, Elinor. He truly was, he had it all. He was god's will. He was born early for a reason, a beautiful reason. He had a god to finish that the good guy's did not. He is not starting a war, you may say, he is finishing it. In the right way. His name was Alyson, Alyson Grey. As sure he was perfect, handsome, sweet, and charmful. He had insecurities too. He was too quiet, a bit too smart, and a target for bullying. Where he was from, being interested in a certain gender was something to be bothered about. Yes, the most perfect man that god made was gay. But, who does fate choose to be with the most perfect man? Who does fate choose to make the world a better place with god's soldier? boyxboy ♥︎

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