*Mark's POV*

It's been....so....fucking....LONG without him.... I don't understand...The police did nothing. They're useless as fuck.

I haven't made a move to change anything. At all. Some new students tried to hit on me...especially some
new girl. She's pretty, I gotta admit... but,like. It's me, I'm gay as fuck so I wasn't interested.

It was lunch at school, it was pretty hot too, just like Ethan... I was silently enjoying some chips sitting at a tree near the front of the school until I heard-

"Hey Maaaark!" Said Lyra, in her annoying, clingy voice. "Hi." She's the new girl I was talking about. Dirty blonde hair, light brown eyes.

"You know, that Ethan kid of yours, he's probably not gonna come back so that practically means you're free" She spoke, the hope noticeable in her voice and gleaming through her eyes.

"Sorry, but, just for like, this small reason. Maybe you could think for one second. Sorry, but I'm gay" I said, clearly as I could? When could she take a hint?

"I can change that, just give me a chance" Men and gals, and non-binary pals, here you have, the definition of desperate.

"Nice try but I'd rather skip that offer" I got up, saying those words. She got up as well, preparing to follow me until the bell went off.

I'm nearing my classroom until a hand clasped over my mouth and my arms were pulled behind my back, pushing me into the closet next to me. I struggle as much as I can until the door was shut and we were trapped in complete darkness.

"W-w-wh-wha-what- what's g-going-" I tried to say until a pair of lips cut me off. On reflex, I tried to push them away until they felt familiar. The certain taste and memorised smell.

After a dozen seconds or so, we pull apart, leaving me mesmerised.

*3rd person POV*

"E-Eth-Ethan?!" Mark yells, on the verge of tears which was quite noticeable in the dark. A heard movement and suddenly the light turned on, revealing Ethan's beautiful face.

"Hey Mark" Ethan spoke quietly, several years spilling from his eyes and he was embraced in a hug from Mark, them holding each other as tight as they could.

"What happened? Where'd you go? I missed you so much. Who took you?" And so on, Mark rambled on about with questions to Ethan, him giggling at Mark's protectiveness.

Ethan didn't answer, just silently knowing he's going to have to tell him sooner or later.  Instead, he just wrapped his fragile state around Mark, loving the fact the he could actually see him physically again.