The one who made us meet – Part 4

ByYungsunWwFf

The one who made us meet – Part 4

[Out of the shower, he took a pair of underpants and a black T-shirt. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, then thinking of his childhood and adolescence.]

Good reading !

[Warning ; early memories]

He was born in the south-east of France, in the Hérault and more precisely in a Hamlet named Salvagnac of a small village with barely 300 inhabitants: Ceilhes and Rocozels.

Her mother had died in bed because of a haemorrhage that could not be stopped in time.

She was only nineteen years old, and had ended her law school, opposing her parents who wanted her aborted.

His father had raised him alone, in a house far too big to renovate (something that had not been done for lack of time and money).

They were not especially poor or rich. They just had enough money to satisfy their needs, and have fun from time to time.

Vincent was not a rotted child spoiled.

He already knew some of the difficulties of life.

He had often felt the maternal absence although his father was trying to fill that void.

But the hardest thing for him was the mockery of his classmates. Whether in kindergarten, elementary school or college; they always knew how to remind him of the cruel death of his mother. They accused him of being responsible for the grief of his father and the rest of his family.

Because of this, He often came home to tears, where he knew that his father would comfort him and reassure him; while ignoring the reason for these tears, for Vincent did not dare to tell him, out of shame, for being so harassed.

Until the day his father finally knew … He had reacted quickly and went to see the officials to show them his way of thinking.

After that day he was quiet enough. During this period of life, he had too often been put aside by his comrades. And for that reason he started to be afraid of people’s eyes. He lived with his head down, avoiding outside contact as much as possible. He lived closed on himself, until high school. Or rather until they meet.

On a Wednesday afternoon, his father had forced him out. Vincent was walking in the streets of his new city. Bédarieux. It was in this city where his high school was, and where his father had decided they would move. Without asking him his opinion. He came across a mysterious little souvenir shop. Curious as he was, he entered without waiting. The best choice of his life. There were a dozen customers. One of them caught his attention. A young teenager with blonde hair, blue eyes, milky skin. Not very tall. Thin. And having a beautiful smile.

Vincent could no longer look away, fascinated by this angel fallen from the sky. He froze as their eyes met. They could no longer detach themselves from each other; as if something were pushing them to devour their gaze without being able to flee.

Vincent had never believed in the red thread and all these stories with rose water. But yet, at that moment, he was persuaded to have his soul mate in front of him. He understood the meaning of love at first sight.

When the blond put an end to this exchange; Vincent felt his heart tighten. The young man he had just met bought something and left.

After his departure, all Vincent’s thoughts were turned towards this unknown angel who haunted him day and night.

At the start of the school year, for his last year of high school, he saw him again, making a heart beat. He learned, thanks to the gossip of a group of girls, several information about the one he loved. His name was Alexander Weargrive, of English origin, he had arrived in France for only a few months. He already mastered the language. Rich heir to a powerful family; he had quickly become popular. But not only for his blood. He was handsome and intelligent. The essence of the girls who drooled at the sight of his angelic face.

He was too popular for Vincent who did not dare to approach. He had little confidence in him, especially when he had seen all the rivals he had. So he was just looking at him from a distance, dreaming of having him for him.

Yet one day, when he left his court of history, he met him. His blond was alone and smoked a cigarette. As when they first met, their eyes locked. It was as if the world around no longer existed. That the weather was on pause. There was nothing left but these two beings with hearts beating in unison.

They had sympathized and became friends.

Vincent could not stand too much when the other high school students grabbed Alex. But he kept silent about his frustration.

He quickly noticed that something was wrong with his blond. He was distant, those smiles more and more false. He spoke less and less. Vincent was scared and unable to act. Alexander had guessed that he knew he was bad, and did not blame him for doing nothing, to shut up.

They often went back to the souvenir shop. When they went, Alexander looked better, his beautiful smile was back.

It was in this pretty shop that Alexander confided. He spoke of the pressure he had to endure every day. From these influential parents, bosses of a big company, seeing in him as the heir. His childhood spent alone, without love and affection, having always been the first to arrive, whatever the subject, the activity or others. His so-called friends, attracted by his possessions. He did not feel alive, only as a tool. And his ill-being was choking him. He could not breathe in this environment shaped by his parents. He could not take any more of that burden, he wanted a new life.

Vincent listened painfully to each of the words he uttered; he hated the whole world to make this young boy suffer.

He did not know what to do to help his friend. So he hugged him tightly, apologizing.

Alexander laughed and gave him a kiss before disappearing leaving Vincent alone, red as a tomato and heart pounding at an hour.

They did not talk about Alexander’s worries any more, nor about the kiss. But they had come a long way together, spending the majority of their time together.

One day, Gilbert felt bad, so he had entrusted his shop to Alexander who asked Vincent for help. They had been busy all day with the many customers. When the day ended, they were happy. Without really knowing how, their lips were one over the other and moved. They kissed languidly taking their time to discover themselves.

Soon their bodies became one. A total symbiosis. They complemented each other perfectly. They were like Yin and Yang. Two faces of the same coin. As in harmony. They felt revived. It was indescribable. Unbelievable. Vincent took advantage of this intimate moment to express these feelings; although he had no answer, he was happy. He wanted this moment to last forever. Let them be there, happy, smiling, without all the problems that swept their lives.

On the Monday of the resumption of classes, both teenagers were on the roof of their high school. They ate there at noon. Vincent felt good. They talked about everything and nothing, laughed.

Then Alexander stood up.

“Hey, Vince, thank you so much. I’m happy to meet you in this shop. You know I love him a lot … I like to hide there, and that it is she who made us meet, fills me with joy! Having you by my side is a chance.

Hearing these words made Vincent blush, who did not know what to say or what to do. He jumped when Alexander’s big smile faded to make way for a sore grin.

– But it’s not going to last, huh? It’s terrifying to know that at any moment it can end. This is the first time I have someone for me who loves me and whom I love in return … Never will my family and the outsiders accept our relationship! They will do everything to spoil it, put an end to it. I do not want !

Vincent was frightened. In a few seconds Alexander panicked, becoming hysterical, tears streaming down his cheeks.

– Alex … Calm down. Everything will be alright ! I will take care of it, promised!

The blonde stopped and looked at his vis-à-vis a few seconds before resuming.

– You can not … You’re nice Vince, really. Do not worry .. I’ll wait for you, ok? After, we will always be together … No more people will be able to separate us. So I’ll wait for you …

– Alex .. What …

[Warning ; early memories]

He was born in the south-east of France, in the Hérault and more precisely in a Hamlet named Salvagnac of a small village of about fifty inhabitants: Ceilhes.

Her mother had died in bed because of a haemorrhage that could not be stopped in time.

She was only nineteen years old, and had ended her law studies, opposing her parents who wanted her aborted.

His father had raised him alone in a house far too big to renovate. (It was not done for lack of time and money).

They were not poor; but not rich no longer have. Just enough money to satisfy their needs and have fun from time to time.

Vincent was not a rotted child spoiled.

He already knew some of the difficulties of life.

He had often felt the maternal absence although his father was trying to fill his emptiness.

But the hardest thing for him was the mockery of his classmates. Whether in kindergarten, elementary school or college; they always knew how to remind him of his mother’s cruel death and accused him of being responsible for the grief of his father and the rest of his family.

Because of this, He often came home to cry, where he knew that his father would comfort him and reassure him; while ignoring the reason for these tears, for Vincent did not dare to tell him, out of shame, for being so harassed.

Until the day his father finally knew … He had reacted quickly and went to see the officials to show them his way of thinking.

After that day he was quiet enough. During those periods of his life, he had been so much by these comrades that he had started to be afraid of people’s eyes. He lived with his head down, avoiding outside contact as much as possible. He was closed on himself. Until high school. Or rather until they meet.

On a Wednesday afternoon, his father had forced him out. Vincent was walking in the streets of his new city. Bédarieux. It was Bédarieux the city where his high school was, and where his father had decided they would move. Without asking him his opinion. He came across a mysterious little souvenir shop. Curious as he was, he entered without waiting. The best choice of his life. There were a dozen customers. One of them caught his attention. A young teenager with blonde hair, blue eyes, milky skin. Not very tall. Thin. And having a beautiful smile.

Vincent could no longer look away, fascinated by this angel fallen from the sky. He froze as their eyes met. They could no longer detach themselves from each other; as if something were pushing them to devour their gaze without being able to flee.

Vincent had never believed in the red thread and all these stories with rose water. But yet, at that moment, he was persuaded to have his soul mate in front of him. He understood the meaning of love at first sight.

When the blond put an end to this exchange; Vincent felt his heart tighten. The young man he had just met bought something and left.

After his departure, all Vincent’s thoughts were turned towards this unknown angel who haunted him day and night.

At the start of the school year, for his last year of high school, he saw him again, making a heart beat. He learned, thanks to the gossip of a group of girls, several information about the one he loved. His name was Alexander Weargrive, of English origin, he had arrived in France for only a few months. He already mastered the language. Rich heir to a powerful family; he had quickly become popular. But not only for his blood. He was handsome and intelligent. The essence of the girls who drooled at the sight of his angelic face.

He was too popular for Vincent who did not dare to approach. He had little confidence in him, especially when he had seen all the rivals he had. So he was just looking at him from a distance, dreaming of having him for him.

Yet one day, when he left his court of history, he met him. His blond was alone and smoked a cigarette. As when they first met, their eyes locked. It was as if the world around no longer existed. That the weather was on pause. There was nothing left but these two beings with hearts beating in unison.

They had sympathized and became friends.

Vincent could not stand too much when the other high school students grabbed Alex. But he kept silent about his frustration.

He quickly noticed that something was wrong with his blond. He was distant, those smiles more and more false. He spoke less and less. Vincent was scared and unable to act. Alexander had guessed that he knew he was bad, and did not blame him for doing nothing, to shut up.

They often went back to the souvenir shop. When they went, Alexander looked better, his beautiful smile was back.

It was in this pretty shop that Alexander confided. He spoke of the pressure he had to endure every day. From these influential parents, bosses of a big company, seeing in him as the heir. His childhood spent alone, without love and affection, having always been the first to arrive, whatever the subject, the activity or others. His so-called friends, attracted by his possessions. He did not feel alive, only as a tool. And his ill-being was choking him. He could not breathe in this environment shaped by his parents. He could not take any more of that burden, he wanted a new life.

Vincent listened painfully to each of the words he uttered; he hated the whole world to make this young boy suffer.

He did not know what to do to help his friend. So he hugged him tightly, apologizing.

Alexander laughed and gave him a kiss before disappearing leaving Vincent alone, red as a tomato and heart pounding at an hour.

They did not talk about Alexander’s worries any more, nor about the kiss. But they had come a long way together, spending the majority of their time together.

One day, Gilbert felt bad, so he had entrusted his shop to Alexander who asked Vincent for help. They had been busy all day with the many customers. When the day ended, they were happy. Without really knowing how, their lips were one over the other and moved. They kissed languidly taking their time to discover themselves.

Soon their bodies became one. A total symbiosis. They complemented each other perfectly. They were like Yin and Yang. Two faces of the same coin. As in harmony. They felt revived. It was indescribable. Unbelievable. Vincent took advantage of this intimate moment to express these feelings; although he had no answer, he was happy. He wanted this moment to last forever. Let them be there, happy, smiling, without all the problems that swept their lives.

On the Monday of the resumption of classes, both teenagers were on the roof of their high school. They ate there at noon. Vincent felt good. They talked about everything and nothing, laughed.

Then Alexander stood up.

“Hey, Vince, thank you so much. I’m happy to meet you in this shop. You know I love him a lot … I like to hide there, and that it is she who made us meet, fills me with joy! Having you by my side is a chance.

Hearing these words made Vincent blush, who did not know what to say or what to do. He jumped when Alexander’s big smile faded to make way for a sore grin.

– But it’s not going to last, huh? It’s terrifying to know that at any moment it can end. This is the first time I have someone for me who loves me and whom I love in return … Never will my family and the outsiders accept our relationship! They will do everything to spoil it, put an end to it. I do not want !

Vincent was frightened. In a few seconds Alexander panicked, becoming hysterical, tears streaming down his cheeks.

– Alex … Calm down. Everything will be alright ! I will take care of it, promised!

The blonde stopped and looked at his vis-à-vis a few seconds before resuming.

– You can not … You’re nice Vince, really. Do not worry .. I’ll wait for you, ok? After, we will always be together … No more people will be able to separate us. So I’ll wait for you …

– Alex .. What …

– I love you Vince, i love you! ”

[End of memories]

To be continued…

Part a little longer, we learn more about the past of Vincent.

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