"I really liked your smile."

"I was jealous." 

"I missed you." 

"Knowing that hurts."

"I'm in love with you." 

He ran. Ran as fast as his legs would carry him. The wind rustled the leaves and blew his dark hair across his face. Pink tinted his cheeks, caused by the cold of the wind as well as the streaks of tears decorating his face. 

He had to see the boy ╼dare he say ╼ for the last time. 

Pass the rows and rows of small simple houses, he ran. Pass the park they'd both become so accustomed too. Pass the old school where he'd first met the boy.

And as he did, he remembered the shy boy's genuine smile that had reached his eyes. He remembered the boy's carefree laugh when they were together. He remembered the boy's innocent eyes and his soft unsure voice. 

And just as his tears continued to run, so did he. 

He didn't stop until he stood at the familiar door of the younger boy's room. The boy silently prayed he'd walk in to the familiarity of the latter's face. Silently prayed he wasn't too late. 

The boy's heart thumped frantically as his hand shakily reached for the door knob.

And he turned it.