I'm Lost. (Boyxboy)

I'm Lost. (Boyxboy)

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No one knows when is our “time” to leave, or if there is even something after we love, share and just try to be happy. The key word. “Try”. Nobody knows the exact meaning of being happy or how could you truly be. We have an ideal, an example proposed by the people around us, but it’s never the same for everyone now, is it? We just try and be happy. That’s what I thought the moment it all crashed in my face. Too soon if you ask me. Heck if I knew everything would go down the drain in a matter of seconds of being rebellious for the first time. I actually wouldn’t mind it much, I would even be proud of it, my first bad thing as a human being, as a free person, rebelling to my guardians and do something that I wanted. But that just left me alone and lost. A mistake made me quite the lost boy that I am right now. I don’t know where I live, nor lived, my family nor friends. Everything is just a blur of fog in my mind. I lost everything. I’m alone and incredible lost. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// After being witness of a tragedy at a party, 18 year old Dylan, is shocked and wants to become a better person. Set on accomplish his goal he starts on the first person he sees in distress. A young man, not older nor younger than him, sitting on the same road that occurred the accident. At first, he thinks that he is a familiar of the multiple lives that were lost that night, but that wasn’t it. Then he thinks he is just lost and doesn’t know where to go. That isn’t it either. The problem actually is, that he indeed is lost, but from all that he once knew and thinks to know. Now Dylan has to help this poor soul known as Tristam to recover what once belonged as his memories. But. Does he really wants to get involved? What happens when the both of them discover the unbelievable? And will Dylan stand by his newfound “friend” at all costs?
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Once Caleb reached the bottom of the stairs he quietly opened the door and tiredly switched on the light "Jayden it isn't morning yet buddy you need to-" he froze in place staring at a man he didn't know standing in his living room. The man stared back at him like a deer in the headlights, he looked a few years older than Caleb, had stubble growing around his face, dark brown greasy hair that wasn't styled in any particular way and was wearing full black aside from the muddy navy blue trainers he was sporting. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" Caleb demanded in a hushed whisper, he also noticed the black backpack the stranger was carrying and the open living room window he'd clearly used to gain entry, the vase that was previously rested on the windowsill lay in pieces on the ground, that must've been the crash that had awoken Caleb from his tranquil slumber. "Just a passerby, no one much" the strange man whispered back an air of mystery hanging about his every word. "Inside my living room?" Caleb replied folding his arms and sizing the man up, after his beating earlier in the evening he wasn't exactly fighting fit, the intruder was also taller and muscly, there's no way Caleb would win if it came to a fight. "Consider me Santa Claus alright? Now go back to bed kid" the man answered calmly pointing at the door as if Caleb was a child. "I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm 18. Santa isn't real" Caleb responded harshly taking a step forward, the man noticeably took a step towards the window eyeing Caleb up with a smirk. TWs (these will not be appearing at the top of chapters so take this as your final warning) Abuse Self Harm Smut Rape Homophobia Themes of Suicide Murder Mentions of Disordered Eating This story is not promoting, encouraging, romanticising or glorifying topics such as suicide, self harm, disordered eating, sexual abuse/misconduct, it is just showing what the affects of it can be like especially for LGBT+ young people.

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