(This series of stories is written on real people and events)
“Love never knocks on heart’s doors, love melts them”
Youngsters always seek adventures. This fully applied for Mark Crystalheart, too. In the late spring of 2015, he was a few days far from being graduated from high school. His further life was already carefully planned, he was certain about continuing his education, mainly because this was going to free him from this city, where everyone knew him, and where also many of his relatives resided. It was presumable why he wanted so much to cast aside from this place – in this one armful city he would always need to bound himself, his behavior and even the way he was speaking, thus, nobody gets even a tiny grain of suspicion about his homosexual orientation. Mark worked entire summer as a waiter on the seacoast because it was him to sponsor his further education, his mother was barely making some living for both of them, she was not able to handle his university expenses.
Fortunately, Mark was a generously secured young gay. God had provided him with a sharp brain, stable character, and also with the deepest and truest green eyes ever seen on a guy. There was not a single soul not to be fascinated by his hearty smile of an innocent and naive child. By the autumn of 2015, M. Crystalheart was ready to face the big city and his new university, he, now had to tell his mother, who was also his best friend, a bittersweet goodbye. The two-membered family’s paths now were going to be divided by their destiny.
Mark couldn’t know what the capital city had planned for him, but admittedly, he was awaited by a completely new world and along with this, by many never-expected happenings.
The bus had just arrived, and he was barely offloading himself with all his luggage off the vehicle. After a successful offloading, he headed by little steps towards the nearest taxicab, but he had to pass through the entire bus station first. Both of his arms were busy, and stations’ entrance door was beyond Mark’s strength, at that moment a gallant, blond boy walked in front of him, and Mark had to ask him to keep the entrance open.
Mark hated asking for help, but he did it, the blond guy turned over touchily, and what he saw there, caught him frozen for a second – two, then decided that he should help him not only with the door, but also with the carriage. Entering the taxi, Mark thanked him politely, at that time, the blond boy seemed to be quite thoughtful now, he was sure in his head that this was far not their last encounter with Mark, though he didn’t even know his name.
Stay with us to know the continuation of this story. Second series will be available soon.
To be continued…