𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 . . .

-𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐥.
Neil, such an inquisitive young boy. So inquisitive in fact, he dared to question his own sexuality.

His mom wasn't too happy to hear about that. His dad was over the roof with happiness.

When asked who the boy he liked was, he was happy to tell his dad that it was 𝐌𝐚𝐱.

But now...even saying his name brings tears to Neil's eyes, that were once so curious. That were once taking glances at his crush's hands, hoping that they would someday interlock.

Eventually, someday became never.