When we got back to our own house after Christmas, I was exhausted. Not from the trip, but from everything I had felt in that family house. I couldn't shake off how invisible I was. How much it hurt to be there.... How drained I really was
One day, I sat my mom down. I told her I didn't want to keep going to the school with my siblings anymore. I couldn't. Every time I saw them there, walking together, laughing together, calling each other brother and sister, I felt like I was dying inside. It reminded me of everything I didn't have. Everything I wasn't.
I said, "Mom, please, I can't keep going there."
She asked me why, but I didn't give her the full truth. I couldn't tell her how much it burned me, how jealous and broken I felt just being next to them. I just told her I didn't feel like it was the right place for me... It wasn't a good place for me to learn
After a while, she gave in.
I stopped going there.
Instead, I found a lesson centre nearby, where I could study only the two subjects I needed for my final examination. It wasn't a big school, just a small place, but it felt like a little piece of air.... It felt good to be somewhere without any reminders
The first day I walked in, I saw a familiar face. A classmate from my old school. We hadn't been close before, but now… it felt different. Like maybe I wasn't so alone anymore. We started talking more. Slowly, we got closer... Maybe... Just maybe she would be my best friend... My first best friend❤️
One afternoon, I was sitting down, waiting for class to start. That was the first time I noticed him—a boy walking into the centre. He wasn't loud, he wasn't smiling like most of the others. His eyes caught me... Lingered
There was something in them. That same locked-up, guarded look I knew too well. The look of someone who had been through things but never spoke of them....
I couldn't look away... It was like we both noticed it.... The chemistry... We both knew...
For the first time in a long while, I felt something stir inside me. Not just curiosity, but a strange pull. Like maybe, just maybe, someone else in this world carried the same kind of weight I did... Maybe I wasn't really alone... Maybe... Just maybe this was the person that would really understand
And I felt drawn to that. To him. To those eyes that looked like mine... To the familiarity... I felt understood without even saying a word... Something I haven't felt ever.... Not from anyone even the boys I met in the past