tears in the rain

Tears.

That was all I had left now, every drop a testament to the pain and heartbreak I carried within me—all because I had fallen in love with a boy I was never supposed to love.

From the earliest days of my childhood, he was a constant presence in my life. No matter what happened, he remained steadfastly by my side, unwavering and loyal, even when his friends would make fun of him for spending so much time with me. Their laughter and teasing never seemed to bother him; he always brushed it off and chose to stand by me when I needed him most. Somehow, he always seemed to sense when I was struggling, when the world felt too heavy or when I was afraid. On nights when I woke up trembling from nightmares, it was his strong arms that would wrap around me, holding me close and making me feel safe again, as if nothing bad could touch me as long as he was there.

As we grew older, our bond only deepened. I remember the day I nervously asked him to teach me how to kiss a boy, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and curiosity. He smiled gently, never mocking me, and patiently guided me through that awkward, tender moment. It was then that something changed between us—something subtle at first, but undeniable. Our friendship blossomed into a love that neither of us could have anticipated, a love that was as exhilarating as it was dangerous. We both knew our feelings were forbidden and that there would be consequences if anyone found out, but we couldn’t help ourselves. Our hearts had chosen, and there was no turning back.

My name is Fallon Scott, and this is my story.

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