To their end, the boy and the girl were okay, eventually. The boy's mom didn't come home that night. She didn't come home at all. The town police were alerted to this, and cops searched all over the boy's crummy home, looking for some sign of where she had gone or why she left. But they found absolutely no trace. As if she had just upped and left on the spot, because of the boy's words.
The boy didn't know how to react to his mother's disappearing, so he was mostly quiet in the days that passed.
The girl sat with the boy in parks and school yards, simply holding his hand and being there. When he was ready, he started talking again.
Now an orphan of sixteen, the boy was sent to live in a foster home, in a house just a block away from the girl's. Because of this, they saw each other even more often than they had before.
The boy learned about the girl's family, the girl's friend. He never saw any of his own friends again. He even made new ones.
When the boy graduated, he stayed in touch with the girl. Even an ocean apart, their hearts still called to each other. Their story still lived on.
The story that is one of many. The story that is everywhere, but never predictable.
The story of happiness and hope, dark times and engulfed innocence, glasses half-empty and half-full. Internal struggle of morals and the valued opinions of others. Friends of overbearing pressures, alcoholic parents and disapproving best friends. Nights of just their own, secret kisses and words without end.
The story of a boy and a girl, lost in time and only wishing for love.
THE END.
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RomanceShe is a flower. Fragile, innocent & full of life. He is wilting. Broken, but pretending. The only thing that can save him is love. *
