A Touch of Heaven
This story is based on the life of one George Carr. (Name changed -- obviously) Please treat it with the respect a true story deserves. See the introduction to chapter 1 for the details.
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Rick.
A Touch of Heaven
Chapter 24
That weekend was the last time we had any sort of sexual contact with each other before Scott left on his holiday with his family. We had now been together for almost two years and understood each other. We knew what the other was thinking whether we were just messing around killing time, working on a project of some sort or having sex. It did not matter we were a pair and I knew that I needed to declare my love to Scott openly. But he was away on holiday and I was missing him like I never knew I could. In fact I became quite morose and my parents got a bit worried, but I just told them I was bored and they seemed to accept it even if they didn't believe it. As for me I was counting the days, hours and minutes for Scott to return to me. My heart ached and time seemed to stand still.
Scott returned the day before school started and as it was in the evening I did not even get a chance to talk to him; he had just left a message saying we needed to talk and that he would meet me at the bike shed after school. That day we did not share any classes and so the first time I got to see him was when we did meet up in the bike shed. I was determined that I was going to declare my love to him and that I wanted to say it to him first before he said whatever it was he had called our meeting for.
We wheeled our bikes out and set off heading towards the meadow behind my house where we had often run and played around in. Scott seemed a bit detached for whole ride there as if there was something troubling him. We left our bikes on the edge of the meadow and made our way to the clearing where I at last I felt we were safely secluded and I grabbed and kissed him and said that I had something I needed to say and wanted to go first if that was alright with him.
"Go ahead, what I have to say can wait." He said.
"Scott, I don't know if you have really realised it, but I am deeply in love with you. I have given myself to you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. I would be very happy if you feel the same way about me." I blurted out.
My declaration was met with a silence that cut through my heart like a knife. Scott looked away and said, "We can't be together." Then turning back and looking at me sadly with a tear running down his cheek, he continued, "That is what I had to tell you. We can't do this anymore. We can't see each other anymore." Then he turned and started to walk away and mumbled, "I can't do this." And he started to run. I watched in shocked horror and saw him get on his bike and ride away.
I just stood there, devastated and as he disappeared around a corner, I fell to the ground and sobbed uncontrollably. I had just poured out my heart to Scott and he had rejected me. Deserted me. All we had been through together; all we had done together seemed to mean nothing to him and I could not understand it. I could not grasp how he could not have the same feeling for me as I had for him; I had been so sure he felt that way. My heart felt like it was breaking in two. I just lay there totally distraught. I don't know how long I lay there weeping and crying and pounding the ground with my fists and my heels. I forced myself to get up and made my way home. Mom looked up as I walked in and asked me what was wrong, I couldn't tell her and just said I had fallen over and hurt myself. I don't think she believed me, but she did not press for information. Then I just went up to my room and fell onto my bed, bursting into tears once more.
Mum came in while I was still crying and gathered me up into her arms and asked me what was wrong again. I asked her to just leave it as I couldn't talk about it. Mum accepted that and just cuddled me and rocked me until eventually my tears stopped and I calmed down. Against all norm, I could not bring myself to face food and did not eat that night. This of course was a sure sign that something was wrong because normally you couldn't fill me. Somehow I managed to get to sleep and woke the next morning feeling like shit. I went to school not knowing how I would react when I saw Scott, but I didn't see him as he was not at school that day.
Scott wasn't at school the rest of the week and I tried to phone him but the number had been disconnected or something and gave the busy signal all the time. I saw him briefly in our form class at school the following Monday, but when he saw me looking at him he turned his head away so that he could not see me. He then deftly avoided me at every opportunity so that I never once got to speak to him. If he saw me approaching he would shoot off in another direction to miss me. The last I ever saw of the "love of my life" was him riding away on his bike on the Thursday after school. I had seen him heading towards the bike shed and chased after him but again he managed to avoid me and get his bike out get off before I got the chance to get close enough to him to speak with him.
At the weekend I managed to pluck up enough courage to go around to his house, but it was empty. They had packed up and moved away; never to be seen of heard of by me again.
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Authors note: I have purposely left this last chapter short as I felt there should be nothing to cloud the tragedy of this parting. Below are a few words from "George" exactly as he has written them, with the exception of a name change.
"I have no regrets for the time I spent with Scott and I have had no regrets about what happened since we parted.
Scott where ever you are, I hope you are safe, well and happy.
I still love you and I will never forget you. You are forever in my heart."
Back to the authors note: Scott, if you are out there and are able to prove to me that you are the "Scott" of this story, I would appreciate your getting in touch. Who knows, you might even be able to get back in touch with "George"
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