(Gay Love Story) Today's the day I turn 18 and walking home from my birthday party is so relieving. They can be stressful. Especially when everybody thinks your a freak. The visions I get, really give people a negative view of me. Whatever, let those assholes think what they want. My visions are my only source of comfort. Even my parents think I'm crazy. They just don't understand. I mean I could see things or hallucinate but instead all I do is have visions of people, symbols, and even whole story's or books. It has to be coming from somewhere. My visions make me special. I don't like being like most people. A normal day turns into something completely different. However a man... or something saved me. He brought me to the light and showed me my true purpose. He protected me, even though he doesn't know me... or does he? Why do I feel like I love this stranger? This is a fantasy gay love story. This story may contain gay smut or sex (depending how far I've gotten) but it will eventually. This story may contain gore or any other kind of violence. So if you don't like any of this stuff you know where the arrow is. Hope you enjoy! :) Art not mine BTW.