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22nd July 1991: Eli came over today; maybe he noticed how down I had been feeling. Being cooped up the past few days and with my Dad afraid to leave me alone with anyone who’s a boy, the sadness might have crept up closer than I should have let it. I've been feeling lonely since Ross left, so today, I wrote my first letter and sent it off. Let's hope I got the address correct, and more importantly, I hear back from him in the next few days. The employee at An Post behind the counter said it
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18th July 1991: Part 6 Ross is gone. It feels funny— not due to the lack of sleep I got. Everything seems odd knowing that he is gone. I'll try to sum it up, but I'll have to do it in a set amount of words because there are not enough pages left in this book to utilise. I didn't get a chance to let my Mam go into town to get me a new diary. So, now I am stuck with whatever space I have left in this journal. Subconsciously, it felt amazing knowing that Ross was next door all along. Now it ap
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@chris191070 @weinerdog Adams poor little heart and mind is all over the place, he's in love, so, when his parents throw up the warnings, he is of course conflicted. After all, its a big step for a young lad whose dealing with this all alone, but on the contrary, despite the parent stuff, he's doing just fine. Sometimes the ache of not knowing what will happen to the one you love is more painful than what your parents may think. Joy and longing are incredible motivators. Plus, since we are on the home stretch of the novel, I wanted to prolong the wait between the boys, it makes the goodbye sweeter. Thanks for reading.
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18th July 1991: Part 4 I shouldn't have considered it, but now I need to go to the toilet. The worst part is that I have an erection at the moment. Why does my dick do such odd things at times? I wanted it to be hard earlier. Now it feels strained or something. Not to mention that Thomas has come into my mind; he is the only other gay person in the village. So, when Ross goes… I promise I am not going to have Thomas replace Ross, but perhaps it would be nice to get to know him. Wait… W
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18th July 1991: Part 1 It's after 2 AM. I can’t sleep at all. I continue to toss and turn, toss and turn, toss and fucking turn. What did I do to deserve this? I’m sorry, okay. I'll change if I never have to deal with anything like this ever again. I hope my Mam and Dad didn't tell Ross's grandparents. I'll accept the blame. I don't want him to get into trouble; he has enough things to worry about. The last thing I want to do is to see him cry or hurt at that. I assume that if I d
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@chris191070, @VBlew People often blame what they don't understand, at least, that was the understanding in this story. I always assumed they're would be a divided parent on the matter, so the mother ended up being both conflicted and reassuring at the same time. When I wrote this story, i didn't set out to have villains, just two period accurate parents who are acting accordingly to how they were brought up. One would be against it, one would not quite understand it, but didn't show hate. I think that balance created a believable dynamic of how some parents would react at that time in Ireland. Thanks for reading and hope you are enjoying the story.
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17th July 1991: Part 2 I haven't composed two entries on the same day in a while. Though here it goes because I’ve got a lot of reflection to work from. I am supposedly banned from seeing Ross, and well… he’s going tomorrow. The timing is imperfect. I should have hopped out the window while I had the chance. At least I wouldn't have had to sit through an entire hour of my parents’ disconcerting, habitable lectures. In any case, I would've been rushed off to the hospital with a bro
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16th July 1991: The boys got together today. I think it was more in celebration to say goodbye to Ross. I considered it a nice gesture. Only, when I turned up to the meeting, it depressed me to the core. The truth that we were all gathered around for the sake of Ross like it was the last supper made me weary and irritated for a bit. I expected it would be easy to say goodbye to Ross; now that I reflect on that, my mind must've been having a massive brain dump. While we were all sitting arou
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Seems like a good day, true, we can all only hope that all coming outs would be met with such warmness, but there's still work to do, case in point Stranger Things lol. Thanks for continuing to read, and I wish you all the best in the coming new year.
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15th July 1991: I still can't believe Emma is ignoring me; that bitch needs to sort herself out… Okay, well, that came out of nowhere… I'm sorry… She's so personal, and I can't help but take it to heart when she doesn't even hear me out for an honest mistake. I have attempted to mend the wound with her three times, and she won't have any of it. Anytime I turn up at Eli's, she scampers off and doesn't return until I am gone. Was what I did that bad to warrant such an ignorant response f
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14th July 1991: As expected, I haven't budged all that much today. My legs have been confined to an assortment of spaghetti. I never thought that yesterday would've been so physically enduring. I imagined that when I came down yesterday, this would be it, and everything would be okay. However, when I woke up this morning, the pain in the back of my legs was unreal. I am a little out of shape, though when you compare a straightforward climb or running up the mountain, I surmise that's not a
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Indeed, it a difficult climb, but the views are nice from the summit when the skies are clear. Did it when I was younger, probably wouldn't be doing it again any time soon lol.
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Thanks for reading a comment, glad the story connected with you. Hope you have a lovely christmas.
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13th July 1991: My legs are killing me; I don’t think I’ll ever walk again. Every part of my body is in agony, not because I fell or was in a fight. All that uphill walking was intense; my ankles keep cracking every time I rotate them. The sound emanating from them every time I do it sounds like cement mixers lopping with every rotational turn. I'm not sure if that is okay or not, but they're not in pain, so that's something. I think I will be out of action tomorrow from walking for a
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12th July 1991: Well, I am beat… I'm only out of the shower, and let me tell you, this… turf is superbly messy. I agreed to help Carl today because his father wanted all the dead vegetation in the field uprooted. Not only was the experience painfully uncomfortable, considering my hands are still red and slightly blistered from the wooden handle of the flachter I was using for the majority of the day, but also from the sweltering sun that was beaming down on me. Who thought shovell
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👀 Haha, you might be onto something… or not! Let’s see 😉
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A roll in the grass might confuse the poor kid further lol. Indeed, Thomas is harbouring feelings toward Adam, so things are bound to get tricker.
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11th July 1991: Reality has set in about yesterday. I can’t believe I jerked off in front of Ross. I even rubbed my eyes raw today to make sure I had correctly got out of bed. I've no notion as to why I'd imagine this to have been a dream for some bizarre reason. When I met Ross today, it was apparent that what had happened yesterday did, in fact, transpire. That didn't stop me from contemplating about it all day, making reruns of the entire scenario in my head. Not because it was sexy
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9th July 1991: It's absurd to believe that I filled most of the morning moping around cleaning up after Ross's birthday party. I've never worked so hard for a party for someone like that before— not even Eli or Carl. I enjoyed all the build-up of anticipation of hosting the party, and then when the party went off without a hitch, it made me even prouder. I'm still a little strung, however, that Emma didn't turn up. It's not that I hate her or anything. She could've at least turned up for Ro
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“Thank you for reading— that really means a lot. I hope the people who need it, hold on to that fire.”
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Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed the story. Happy Halloween
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Thanks for reading and commenting, hope you have a lovely halloween.
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On Halloween night, Mason leads his friend up the old firewatch tower above Wilbur Falls — just to get away from the noise, the beer, and the same faces down by the creek. But something about the night feels different. The wind smells of smoke, the dark hums with electricity, and the space between them glows with something neither can name. High above their small town, mystery and longing blur together, and what begins as a quiet escape becomes a moment that will haunt them long after the night is gone. A haunting Halloween tale about connection, silence, and the spark between two boys learning what it means to be seen.
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We were supposed to be down at the creek with everyone else. Tyler brought beer in his backpack, and someone said there'd be a speaker. The first night, it felt like real fall. Breathe in the air. The creek runs under the road, and there's a flat place where the rocks make a little pool you can sit in. They call it the cold tub. People jump in and scream and then pretend it isn't cold. Mason and I walked with the group until the trees got tight and the ground turned to sand and old bottle caps.
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Unfortunately, all good things come to an end, but who knows maybe Ross is/was what Adam needed at the time. Though you're right, it doesn't make it easy when the person you've latched onto with all your heart might not be able to stay around forever. Thanks for reading.
